Heartthrob Substitute Counterattack Manual [Transmigration Book]

The son of Zhongshu Ling didn't dare to do anything wrong in front of Xiao Ling, so he hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands and bowed, and smiled apologetically, "Xiaosheng has seen General Xiao before, but he didn't know that General Xiao was here, I'm afraid he was rude to General Xiao."

Obviously it was Xiao Ling who taught his family a lesson, but he had to nod and bow down to apologize to Xiao Ling. This is the power of power.

Xiao Ling was impatient with Mo Tianran wasting time for such things, but seeing that the child in Steward Li's arms was terrified and pitiful, and hearing that Zhong Shuling's son was going to write a letter to the court to punish the imperial physician, he quietly waited aside.

Seeing that he was not afraid of power at all, and tried his best to protect the children of the servants in the mansion, his aura was not weak at all.

This kind of Mu Xiurong is not only not the trash that Huo Wenrui said, but also made him appreciate it a little.

Seeing that Zhongshu ordered Jia Ding and the officials to arrest people, they couldn't hold back to intervene in this matter for a while.

Xiao Ling glanced coldly at the son of Shuling, seeing that cold sweat was overflowing from his forehead, and then looked away, ignoring his compliments.

Although Mo Tianran didn't expect Xiao Ling to make a move, he managed to control the situation, which made him a little relieved.

Seeing Xiao Ling and Mo Tianran's acquaintance, Zhongshuling's son secretly regretted that he had offended the nobleman's friend, and his tone softened a lot, "Master Mu, although my younger brother is not dead now, he has been in a coma. Cutting off an arm, caused by excessive blood loss, it is impossible to save, and it is reasonable for your government to hand over the murderer."

Mo Tianran sneered in his heart, you can pretend to be a grandson now, and power is the best thing to use.

He glanced at Xiao Ling beside him, and suddenly felt as if he was leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade.

He has always been unreasonable and unforgiving, and he is even more unwilling to bow his head at this time.

"Since he didn't die, don't call this child a murderer. Besides, this incident happened because of your younger brother. This child is the real victim. Now, our Master Mufu doesn't remember the villain's faults, and doesn't care about you. Make an inch of it."

"You!" The son of Zhongshuling didn't expect him to bite back and was choked by his words.

Mo Tianran waved his hand, motioning him to shut up and stop talking, and said with a bright voice, "Besides, it's just a broken arm, so it's about to die, don't you deliberately bully our Mu family."

The son of Zhongshuling flicked his sleeves, and angrily said, "The imperial physician himself said, how to cheat, how serious it is to have an arm broken, your government will definitely not do it today if you don't explain it."

Mo Tianran snorted disapprovingly, "Confession?! I will give you an explanation today, and I will follow you to the mansion to connect your brother's arm!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the whole street.

"Can a broken arm be connected? Don't just talk about it."

"It's a good man that Mr. Mu is willing to take so much trouble for the children of the servants in the house. It's just that it's not common to cut off your hand and take it back. Don't offend the powerful just for a moment of anger."

"Although Mr. Mu said he brought someone back to life last time, the severed hand will definitely not be able to be brought back. I can't believe it."

Xiao Ling's eyebrows condensed slightly, Mo Tianran flicked his eyes from the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he turned his face to look at him, "Why, don't you believe me?"

Xiao Ling withdrew his gaze and refused to comment, but he clearly thought that he was messing around.

Mo Tianran smiled lightly and didn't care.

Naturally, the son of Zhongshuling didn't believe it even more, pointing at him and said, "Stop bragging! Hand it over, it has nothing to do with your Mu family, and if you keep messing around, I'll arrest you too..."

Xiao Ling glanced coldly, forcing him to swallow the second half of the sentence.

Mo Tianran said with a mocking smile, "Others can't pick it up, so I can. If you talk nonsense, your brother's hand will be useless. Do you want to continue to stand in a stalemate with me here, or see me for a while?" Ability, so that I can kowtow and serve tea to admit my mistake."

"You!" The son of Zhongshu Ling only felt a mouthful of blood on his chest, he was very breathless, he had only heard that Mu Xiurong was a waste with broken sleeves, extremely cowardly.

Now that I saw it with my own eyes, I just want to scold the person who told him that. This is not a cowardly waste, but a bad star that is not easy to mess with.

Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows, coughed lightly, and tried his best to hide the corners of his mouth that were amused by him.

Seeing that Zhongshu Ling's son was about to vomit blood and faint on the spot, Xiao Ling was still thinking about Duan Yilu's injury, so he had no choice but to come forward and say, "In that case, let Mr. Mu go to the house with you, maybe you can save Ling brother. "

How could the son of Zhongshuling believe that Mo Tianran had this ability, but he didn't know how to refuse Xiao Ling, so he could only say: "Since General Xiao opened his mouth, Xiaosheng will sell the general's face and let Mr. Mu try it, but if he can't be cured, Xiaosheng will still to take the blame."

"Okay!" Mo natural gas roared vigorously, which startled him.

"If it can't be cured, I will take the blame for this child! If it is cured, I want you and your brother to kowtow to me and confess to this child, and I want you to promise that you will never bully the weak and the common people again!"

"You!" The son of Zhongshuling, Nakenyi, was about to refuse, but Xiao Ling said:

"I would like to be a witness for the two sons."

The son of Zhongshu Ling almost didn't recite it in one breath.

Mo Tianran raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and cast a sideways glance at Xiao Ling. He didn't expect this guy to look so serious, but he was actually quite dark.

He whispered, "Are you so confident that I can pick it up?"

Xiao Ling glanced at him lightly, then looked away, "Go take the blame and don't care about my business."

Mo Tianran narrowed his eyes and curled his lips. Sure enough, the cold and cold personality did not collapse.

Some of the onlookers were worried about Mo Tianran, while others were not too serious about watching the excitement, and expressed their willingness to witness.

Seeing Xiao Ling's words, Zhongshuling's son felt uneasy for a moment, but he believed that Mo Tianran would not be able to take back his severed hand, so he relaxed a little and took the two of them back to the house. He was afraid that Steward Li and his grandson would take the opportunity He fled and took the two of them with him.

Butler Li put his arms around his grandson and followed Mo Tianran and Xiao Ling with mixed emotions in his heart.

His family has been serving in the Mu Mansion since the founding of the Great Feng Kingdom.

When he was young, he had a relationship with Mu Chengqi's other concubine, Mu Liang's mother Qian Shi, the second son of the Mu family, but it ended after she joined the Mu family.

Although he and Qian Shi are innocent, because of their love for each other when they were young, she couldn't help but ignore her whenever she asked for something, and secretly did some things that were sorry to Madam Mu and Mu Xiurong.

Just now, no one in Cai's mansion is in charge, and he once asked Qian for help, but she not only refused, but also feared that she and her grandson would drag her down, his indifference chilled him.

Seeing the third young master returning home, he was ashamed to ask for it, but his son was dead and his grandson was his lifeblood, so he had no choice but to lick his face and ask for it.

But he didn't expect that the third young master would take the blame on himself to clear his grandson's innocence.

Butler Li felt more and more guilty. He knew that the severed hand could not be retrieved. If Zhongshu insisted on embarrassing the family, he would rather end the matter with death than allow the third young master to take the blame for his grandson.

Butler Li had already decided on his death, and he held his grandson's trembling hand, feeling very distressed.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, the grandson will be entrusted to Madam Mu and the third young master. Such kind people like them will agree, but he will have nothing to repay, so he will repay the great kindness with Qian's secrets and conspiracy.

Everyone came to Zhongshu Lingfu.

Zhongshuling and his wife were wailing at their unconscious young son, vowing to take revenge on the Mu family and die.

Hearing the housekeeper tell the young master to bring the third young master, the housekeeper and the culprit from the Mu family, he decided that they were here to plead a crime and beg for mercy, and angrily wanted to settle accounts with them.

Zhong Shuling rushed to the front hall and saw the young man and the middle-aged man behind the eldest son who were about to scold angrily, and when he saw Xiao Ling next to them, he immediately quieted down.

"General Xiao, long time no see!" Zhong Shuling tried his best to squeeze out a smile and cupped his hands to apologize, and looked at his son suspiciously, "I didn't know that General Xiao came, and I was far behind to welcome you. Please forgive me. Come quickly." Serve tea!"

Xiao Ling greeted him indifferently and politely, and said lightly, "Master Zhongshu Ling, you are welcome. I am here to accompany Mr. Mu to help your son recover his severed hand. I have something important to do, so I will leave in a while. .”

Zhong Shuling frowned, glared at Mo Tianran, and said in disbelief, "Take back the broken hand! This is nonsense, Mr. Mu, please don't make fun of my son! Or obediently hand him over to the government Bar."

Zhongshuling stared at Steward Li's grandson with hatred for a while, scaring the child into hiding behind his grandfather.

Mo Tianran stepped forward and proudly stood in front of him, "Others can't, but I can."

Zhong Shuling was so angry with his arrogance that he wanted to order his servant to teach him a good lesson, and considering his relationship with Xiao Ling, he didn't dare to offend easily.

Xiao Ling was impatient to waste time, and said lightly, "Since Mr. Mu is confident, Master Zhongshuling will let him try?"

Zhong Shuling was in a lot of trouble, but in the end his son's life had the upper hand, "It's not that I don't want to show off Mr. Xiao's face, it's just that my son is seriously injured and his life is in danger, I dare not let him be tortured again."

Seeing that he loves his son like his life, Xiao Ling glanced at Mo Tianran and didn't speak again.

"Master! Master!" At this moment, a big servant girl rushed into the lobby, "Young master is dying! Go and see!"

"What did you say!" Zhong Shuling trembled his hands, his face was defeated for a moment, he didn't care about others and followed the eldest maid to the son's courtyard.

Everyone followed, only to see a room full of women in the mansion wearing fancy clothes crying and crying, and a few people wearing imperial doctor's official uniforms, sighing helplessly.

Zhongshuling burst into tears on his son's bloodless face, "My son! If you leave, father will die."

Mo Tianran frowned, stepped forward and pushed Zhong Shuling aside, "He must connect the severed hand immediately, and let me treat you!"

Zhong Shuling was taken aback for a moment, and was about to scold angrily when he saw Mo Tianran glaring at him, he lost his momentum inexplicably, and stood there in a daze for a while.

Dissatisfied with Mo Tianran's arrogance, several imperial physicians shook their heads and said, "The little baby is so open, how can he pick up his broken hand."

"Exactly. I have been studying medicine for decades and have never heard of any genius doctor with this ability. How do you do it?"

"Don't mess around, the more important thing right now is to control the young master's cold so that there is still a chance of survival."

Unmoved, Mo Tianran frowned and said, "Get out!"

Frightened by him, several imperial doctors were even more displeased, but they didn't speak sarcasm again.

Mo Tianran didn't bother to pay attention to them, and went forward to prick a few acupuncture points on the wounded body with a needle. The unconscious person gradually reacted, and beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead.

"This young man is clearly about to go, how did these few stitches do it!"

"Acupuncturing these acupoints at the same time has such an effect. I have never seen this technique in my many years of medical practice."

"Yeah, neither have I. It's really strange."

Seeing his son's reaction, Zhongshuling was ecstatic, "Son! My lifeblood!"

"Get out!" Mo Tianran shouted, no matter who in this room is more powerful than him.

Zhong Shuling stared blankly at Mo Tianran, but nodded subconsciously, and hesitated again when he came back to his senses.

Xiao Ling said lightly, "There is no other way now, why don't the adults go out with me first and let Mr. Mu try."

Zhong Shuling moved his lips and flicked his sleeves, it seemed that this was the only way.

Mo Tianran turned to look at Xiao Ling, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Xiao Ling's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes drooped, and he turned and left without saying a word.

The corner of Mo Tianran's mouth twitched, and he secretly complained: Dead Tsundere.

When all the people left, he turned around and picked up the broken arm, opened the system's skill control panel, looked at the skill button of "Broken Link" shining with blue light, and concentrated on it.

Everyone waited eagerly in the courtyard, Zhong Shuling and the eldest son paced back and forth, the female relatives were still crying, several imperial physicians stroked their beards and looked at each other from time to time, smiled and shook their heads, laughing at Mo Tianran's absurdity.

Steward Li and his grandson stood beside Xiao Ling tremblingly, knowing that if it wasn't for the lord in front of them, these people might tear them apart.

The door opened slowly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the person who walked out of the door.

"What's wrong with my son?" Zhong Shuling said anxiously, "If you can't do it, don't torment my son's body!"

There is always a vague smile on Mo Tianran's face, like a proud cat, confident and charming.

"Do you see me as if I can't do it?"

Zhongshu Ling was taken aback, and rushed into the room. After a while, there were bursts of howling, "My son! My son!"

Everyone was startled, crying like this, could it be that the person was put to death?

Several imperial physicians sighed, their eyes were full of complacency, they couldn't do it, how could a yellow-haired child do it.

"Give me back my younger brother!" Zhongshu Ling's eldest son was so indignant that he wanted to beat Mo Tianran to settle the score.

Mo Tianran reacted very quickly, turned sideways to block, but let him fly into the air, hit his head on the red stone pillar behind him, hit his forehead dizzy and painful, stomped his feet angrily, and shouted at the servant behind him: "Take it!" He was caught by me and put to death my brother, I will kill him!"

The author has something to say:

Mo Tianran: The imperial physicians in this world are mentally handicapped, it's not as good as the two times I had with the old Chinese medicine doctor, I suddenly miss that old man's fan very much.

Old Chinese doctor: Woohoo, Mo Tianran, you died so well, and you still expect you to inherit the mantle. My medical skills are all in vain.