LWDC Chapter 143

## Chapter 143 – The Doctor’s Skills

Chapter 143 – The Doctor’s Skills

Chapter 143 – The Doctor’s Skills

Although Saraille was only twelve years old, when she saw the corpse lying on the floor in the center of the living room, she only paused for a moment and frowned, without any greater reaction.

She had no complaints or fear, and together with Ning Fei, she wrapped the corpse in an old blanket. Then, she took the potion Ning Fei gave her and washed the floor, tidying up the wreckage of the house after it had been smashed, doing it all alone until dawn.

When Ning Fei woke up, the house was basically clean. There was no corpse, no broken porcelain, (if you didn’t look closely) no bloodstains, and no trace of the murder that had occurred the night before. Saraille also reported that she had followed Ning Fei’s instructions in the morning and hired a coachman to help transport the body outside the city to find a place to dump it, and when she returned, she had also wiped the carriage and even aired it out. In addition, the window repairman would arrive in the afternoon.

“Outside the city? Why go so far, just throw it in a pile of garbage, it’s all trash anyway,” Ning Fei said after listening, “It’s best to leave their faces up, so ‘others’ can see their faces and know the consequences of messing with me.”

“‘Others’? Doctor Ning, were they really sent by someone to target you?” Saraille asked, “You went to the church’s manor a few days ago, and when you came back, you told me to be careful. Did the people from the church want to hurt you?”

“It’s none of your business, don’t worry about it,” Ning Fei didn’t bother to explain. “What were you doing after you rang the bell last night?”

“I hid under the bed, and I only came out when you knocked on the door,” Saraille scratched her head a little embarrassed. “I heard them kicking the door, and I was afraid they would kick it open and barge in.”

“You did well, do the same next time,” Ning Fei wasn’t worried that she would reveal his ability to use Light magic. His Light magic was already superb, almost everyone in the world where this magic existed was practicing it, and his level was even much higher than his Wind-based ability. Last night, he had used small-scale, precise magic on those two thug-like robbers, which wouldn’t affect the room much.

“There’s a next time?” Saraille frowned. “Doctor Ning, I think those two looked like thugs from the slums. If news spreads among these people that you’re rich, I’m afraid their harassment will be endless. They failed this time, but what if more people come later…”

“What do you want to say? Advise me to move away, or hire more people?” Ning Fei sneered, “A little maid, don’t worry too much. If you’re scared, then leave, don’t be idle and give your sugar daddy random advice.”

The expression on Saraille’s face was a little difficult to maintain, and she said awkwardly, “Doctor Ning, I’m not trying to interfere with your life, I’m just worried…”

“It’s not your place to worry,” Ning Fei interrupted her, waving his hand. “You’re here to work, not to chat, and certainly not to waste my time. Go do your job.”

Saraille still had questions, but Ning Fei had already turned and left after speaking, obviously not wanting to answer her. She hesitated for a while, and could only sullenly go do her job.

*

In the afternoon, the window repairman arrived as scheduled. He was very young, a seventeen-year-old teenager, but the tools he brought and his nimble movements seemed quite capable. Ning Fei watched his work for a few minutes, and after seeming to confirm that the boy could really handle the job, he silently left.

Leaving Saraille to watch the window replacement.

“…Those two’s faces have been completely scratched up.”

Amidst the sounds of hammering, the young repairman said in a low voice, “Their clothes were also stripped clean and they were buried in the paupers’ graveyard, guaranteed that even their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them.”

“Don’t joke, did those two even have mothers?” Saraille leaned against the side, mocking, “They were just rogues who couldn’t even get into a gang in the slums, yet they dared to spout nonsense about wanting to play with me and Doctor Ning at the same time. How humorous, their brains must be growing backwards!”

“They really aren’t even liked by gangs, so I’m quite surprised you’re being so cautious,” the repairman said, his eyes still fixed on the work in his hands. “Even if others realize they’re dead, they’re dead, so what? No one’s going to investigate and demand justice for them.”

“That won’t do. They were clearly hired by someone to threaten Doctor Ning. If the employer finds out they failed, they might send someone else to continue harassing him,” Saraille pouted with her arms crossed. “I quite like it here, I don’t have to worry about food and drink every day, and the work is easy. Doctor Ning seems cold, but he’s much better than those exploitative, blood-sucking bosses. He doesn’t hit me, I get a share of what he eats, and he doesn’t check for dust with a handkerchief. It’s even better than being the daughter of the bakery owner, and I don’t want these wonderful days to end so quickly.”

“He’s so good to you, yet you always take his things for us. Aren’t you afraid he’ll kick you out if he finds out?”

“I suspect he already knows, and he’s just turning a blind eye. I know my limits, I only take a little food and small things for personal use, not anything valuable. He’s rich, he doesn’t care about these,” Saraille replied. “He should be quite smart, and his abilities are strong, but I don’t know why he’s willing to live in this small place of ours.”

The repairman guessed, “Could it be that he did something wrong and is hiding in the slums?”

“Impossible. If he did something wrong, he wouldn’t take on work from the church, otherwise he’d be exposed in minutes,” Saraille shook her head. “Even if he did do something wrong, so what? Aren’t there a lot of people here who’ve done something wrong? Who’s cleaner than whom?”

“You’re right,” the repairman hammered hard for a while before lowering his voice to ask, “But who exactly is he? Looking at the corpses of those two clueless guys, there were huge cuts on their necks, and almost no other injuries. These kind of fatal wounds aren’t something ordinary people can do. Not to mention our people, no one in any of the gangs in the slums has such a capable person.”

“I’m also curious. Logically speaking, even if he could kill the first person by surprise, the other person wouldn’t just stand by and wait to be killed, right? But the injuries on these two people are almost exactly the same,” Saraille replied. “And when I saw the doctor last night, he was basically clean, with no injuries on his body, and he didn’t look flustered at all. He couldn’t have gone upstairs to change his clothes, treat his wounds, and then come down to call me, right? He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who cares about me that much.”

After a pause, she remembered something, “That’s right, when I was listening behind the door yesterday, I actually heard those two shout something like ‘I repent.’ But the voices before and after were too soft, and I didn’t hear them clearly.”

“Repent?” the repairman thought for a moment. “Could it be that Doctor Ning used some means to threaten them, making them repent before they died?”

“Ah?” Saraille looked strange. “No way, look at Doctor Ning’s dark, gloomy, and cold appearance all day long, does he look like a clergyman who wants to enlighten the world? Sometimes when he takes out some potions I’ve never even heard of, I worry that he’ll be hunted as a witch!”

“Although you described him as ‘dark and gloomy,’ I have to say, he really is very good-looking,” the repairman commented. “Even if the church people don’t teach him a lesson, after those gang members in the slums find out, this place won’t have a few days of peace. Besides, doesn’t the church like to snatch away good-looking people to be toys for the nobles? In my opinion, the church won’t let him off so easily.”

Saraille frowned, “Doesn’t the church only like children?”

“I don’t think so. The church sometimes releases adult ‘apprentices’ because they’ve become ugly and their bodies are no longer good, and the church doesn’t want to waste money to continue raising these broken ‘toys.’ If someone like Doctor Ning is healthy and beautiful, the church might ‘make an exception,'” the repairman turned his head to look at Saraille, and then said, “I think you should also go out and get some sun. After living here with Doctor Ning for a while, your skin seems to have gotten better. Don’t make it so that you won’t be safe without drawing on your face… Oh, Doctor Ning is the one who can’t be safe unless he draws on his face.”

“The ones who really deserve to have their faces rot are those hoodlums and the nobles who are no different from them!” Saraille looked disgusted. “I heard that those nobles’ bodies are covered in mottled spots, and you can smell a stench when you get close. Ugh! It’s more disgusting than the stinky gutters in the slums!”

“Shh, keep it down, my hammering is barely covering it up,” the repairman reminded. “Also, a lot of people in the slums also have mottled spots, more than the nobles by far. You’re so young, don’t be curious. Since it’s safe here with Doctor Ning, you should stay here longer. To be honest, if he’s clean, I think it would be good for you to be with him in the future. A doctor’s wife, not having to worry about food and clothing, safe and healthy, sounds great… Ouch!”

“Go to hell! Do your job and shut up!” Saraille slapped him hard, a little embarrassed and angry. “I wouldn’t be with an old man… If you dare say that again, I promise I’ll tear your mouth apart!”

“Okay, okay, just be your little maid obediently…”

*

Saraille was vigilant for several more nights in a row, but no intruders came to cause trouble again. It was unclear whether the church side thought the first two had succeeded, or simply forgot to deal with Ning Fei.

As for Ning Fei, he heard some news from the merchant who frequently bought medicinal materials from him.

“The purchase volume of these uncommon medicinal materials has suddenly surged?”

Ning Fei checked the items he wanted while chatting with the merchant, “And then? What do you want to say?”

“Haha, you definitely understand my meaning, brother,” the merchant smiled. “I want to say that it may not be convenient for me to provide you with those materials recently…”

In short, the profiteer wanted to raise the price.

Ning Fei sneered in his heart. These medicinal materials, a small part of them would be used in some folk remedies before, but recently only he has been buying them. So even if the quantity is small, it won’t sell for a high price. Now suddenly the purchase volume from other places has soared, in the end, it’s actually because of Ning Fei.

When he treated that Saint Son candidate before, he prescribed several prescriptions, one of which was to control sexually transmitted diseases. This prescription is relatively new to this world, but based on the current level of medicine, it doesn’t exceed the world’s technological level. So Ning Fei prescribed it without consuming Luck for obviously changing the world. And precisely in this prescription, there are several materials that were rarely used before. Now the merchant directly says that these materials are in short supply, which means that the church is using Ning Fei’s prescription on a large scale.

Oh, to be precise, it’s still a prescription they got for free.

Perhaps it has also begun to circulate widely among the nobles, because these people play around a lot and spread things widely, generally dabbling in Ailinmei. Now that there’s a new prescription that’s really effective, these guys who don’t lack money will definitely use it immediately.

In fact, this may very well become a trend. Anyway, they have money, so they’ll use it for nothing, directly toasting and drinking medicine at parties, just as a precaution. People in this era cannot yet understand the principle of “all medicine has three parts poison.”

–- What’s more, I used heavy medicine…

Across various worlds and eras, are there few people who have been plotted to die by accelerating their demise?