CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 143: AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE?

Ningwan dressed appropriately and went to the main hall to see Old Sir Xie.

Old Sir Xie, in his old age, had a head full of silver hair, but his spirit was quite good.

His skin was ruddy, his eyes sparkled, and his posture was perfectly straight.

Perhaps because he had a young grandson to care for, bearing immense responsibility, Old Sir Xie couldn’t afford to be in poor spirits.

Seeing Ningwan arrive, Old Sir Xie promptly instructed the servant to serve tea.

"Divine Doctor Bai Zhi, thank you for your hard work yesterday."

"Old Sir Xie, you’re too kind; it’s my duty," Ningwan replied.

Old Sir Xie sighed, "Back then, I saved your mentor not expecting her to repay me. A moment of kindness that day resulted in you and your mentor toiling for over a dozen years; it’s I who should be grateful."

"My mentor always said that without Old Sir Xie’s help, she would have had no way to survive. It was Old Sir Xie who gave her a second chance. If not for my mentor, I wouldn’t have what I have today, so Old Sir Xie has been gracious to both of us. Such great kindness must be repaid. Healing Young Master Xie’s illness has been the wish of my mentor and me. Now that the wish is fulfilled, my mentor can rest in peace in heaven."

"So, Yu’er is cured?" Old Sir Xie asked excitedly.

Ningwan nodded, "Young Master Xie has been nurtured by medicine for many years and is now reborn. If he maintains his health well, reaching your age, Old Sir, shouldn’t be a problem."

Old Sir Xie rejoiced, "That’s wonderful, wonderful! Our family’s Yu’er is finally saved. Heaven bless us, ancestors bless us."

"Old Sir Xie, now that Young Master Xie’s illness is healed, the responsibility my mentor and I had is fulfilled. Back then, my mentor said she would use every effort to save Young Master Xie. To reassure you, she handed you our Medical Sect’s token. Once the day came when we could heal Young Master Xie, you would return the token to me. So now, can you return the token to me?"

"Haha, no rush, no rush," Old Sir Xie said with a smile.

Ningwan frowned slightly.

Why wouldn’t there be rush?

Every family has its rules; every sect has its regulations.

Our Medical Sect also has its own rules.

The token symbolizes the Medical Sect, and my mentor was the Sect Leader, leading the top physicians.

But since my mentor’s passing, the Medical Sect has been leaderless and scattered, already in decline.

Before passing away, my mentor told me to find a way to retrieve the token. To gather the Medical Sect members, revive traditional Chinese medicine, and carry forward our cultural essence, ensuring Chinese medicine doesn’t end with this generation.

This was my mentor’s dying wish, and it’s also my heartfelt desire. Endlessly striving to save Xie Mingyu not only reflects the compassion of a healer but aims to reclaim the token.

Waiting all these years, how could there be no rush?

"Divine Doctor Bai Zhi, may I ask you another question?" Old Sir Xie said.

Ningwan suppressed her impatience and responded with patience, "Please, Old Sir Xie, I will speak openly about everything I know."

"Our family’s Yu’er is well now; his life is no longer at risk. So, in the future, could he marry and have children?"

Ningwan chuckled lightly, realizing this was Old Sir Xie’s concern.

Immediately, she replied, "Of course, I checked Young Master Xie’s health and development, and there’s no problem. Previously... due to health issues, there were slight differences compared to a normal male. This won’t be the case anymore. I’ll prescribe medication to aid in his adjustment, and normal marriage and childbearing should not be an issue. Of course, there should be limits in that aspect. At your age, Old Sir, you should know that even healthy men can suffer losses without limits. Therefore, it would be best to have someone watch over him to prevent excessiveness."

Old Sir Xie nodded contentedly, "Understood, I understand. However, I think the best person to watch over him is none other than Divine Doctor Bai Zhi."

Ningwan: "..."

What a joke, she’s not a babysitter.

"Old Sir Xie is joking. In fact, finding someone suitable to watch over him wouldn’t be difficult. Why not have Young Master Xie married quickly so someone can take care of him? Old Sir can be at ease, and Young Master Xie can marry early and have children, easing Old Sir’s concerns."

"There is no better candidate than Divine Doctor Bai Zhi," Old Sir Xie said with a smile.

Ridiculous.

Ningwan nearly swore.

But seeing his age and the fact that he saved her mentor’s life, she could only endure and awkwardly laughed in explanation, "Old Sir Xie really knows how to joke. I’m not suitable. I’m someone with a bad temper and horrible looks. How could I be worthy of someone as commendable as Young Master Xie."

"You suit each other, you suit each other. It doesn’t matter if you’re beautiful or ugly. Our Yu’er said he likes you. Also, you two are engaged, and our Xie Family cannot do something dishonorable, especially since you saved Yu’er. Being both his fiancée and his savior, as well as a Divine Doctor able to care for his health, who else could be more suited to be my granddaughter-in-law?"

Ningwan: "..."

"Old Sir, you’re joking. How could I possibly be engaged to him?"

"What, you’ve forgotten?"

Old Sir Xie took out a token, which turned out to be a bracelet.

Ningwan recognized the bracelet somewhat; she’d seen it somewhere before....

Wait, wasn’t this her bracelet?

This was the bracelet she’d worn since childhood, which she thought was lost and was unexpectedly here with Old Sir Xie.

Old Sir Xie said, "You probably forgot. Back then, your face needed treatment, and not only could Chinese medicine fully cure it, but surgery and skin grafts were needed. Since your mentor couldn’t perform it herself, she brought you to me, begging me to find the best surgeon for you. Maybe you were in too much pain at the time; you received too much anesthesia, causing your memories to become muddled. But your mentor told me that once cured, you would marry Yu’er. You and Yu’er exchanged tokens as an engagement ceremony."

Ningwan: "..."

On careful reflection, it seems there was such an incident.

But it was so long ago that she completely forgot with not a shred of memory.

"Here is the contract your mentor left back then, and there’s your signature on it. Additionally, there’s a letter from your mentor written to me near her death. She said you’d continue treating Yu’er for his illness, and the day Yu’er recovers would be the day you fulfill the marriage contract with Yu’er."

Old Sir Xie handed Ningwan a letter and a contract.

Ningwan quickly accepted them.

It was indeed her mentor’s handwriting.

The signature on the contract was indeed hers, albeit scrawled and twisted, accompanied by Xie Mingyu’s name.

Nevertheless, since Xie Mingyu was younger by a year, his writing was already better-looking than hers.

"I know your real name is Ye Ningwan, Bai Zhi is your title. Henceforth, I’ll call you Miss Ye," Old Sir Xie stated.

Ningwan frowned, her expression complex.

"Old Sir Xie, since you know my name is Ye Ningwan. Then you must also know that I’ve already been married."