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Rong Qiâs expression turned grave. âAbandoning treatment now would compromise my medical ethics. If you persist, Iâll have no choice but to discuss this with Grandpa. Iâm beginning to suspect youâre intentionally trying to discredit my medical expertise.â
Mrs. Ye Sr. was so infuriated by Rong Qiâs words that she struggled to catch her breath.
Reluctantly, she endured another session of Rong Qiâs painful needle treatment. The servants winced just watching it.
Mrs. Ye Sr.âs cries of pain echoed through the room, her body drenched in sweat. When the session finally ended, she slumped into her chair, utterly drained. âI believe Iâm cured now. You donât need to come back. Please, donât come back!â The last few words were hissed through clenched teeth.
Rong Qi raised an eyebrow. âAre you certain you wonât need further treatment? Are you fully recovered?â
Mrs. Ye Sr. was too exhausted to respond.
Rong Qi nodded, understanding her silence. âIn that case, I wonât bother you after today. If you ever need me again, you know where to find me. Iâll keep this needle safe for you.â
Then, Rong Qi placed the needle down and exited the room. As Mrs. Ye Sr. caught sight of the needle, her eyes widened in terror. âGet rid of that thing! Throw it out now!â
Outside, Rong Qi couldnât help but smirk at Mrs. Ye Sr.âs reaction.
Mrs. Hong was waiting for Rong Qi. She helped him back to his quarters, grumbling about Mrs. Ye Sr.âs early morning demands. âMadam, you should be resting at this hour. Itâs unreasonable to be summoned so early. She doesnât even appreciate your efforts.â
Rong Qi simply nodded in agreement. âYes. Iâll have some congee when I get back, then rest.â
In the tranquil courtyard of the old mansion, the servants began their morning routines. Suddenly, an ominous series of flapping sounds broke the silence, resembling a dark cloud descending.
Even Little Faye, Old Master Yeâs pet, was startled by the noise. The bird flew towards Rong Qi, calling out incessantly in a panicked tone.
âIdiot, idiot!â
Mrs. Hong, fearing Little Faye might harm Rong Qi, reached out to catch the bird. However, Little Faye kept its distance, continuing its frantic calls.
The butler, noticing the commotion, swiftly brought a cage and escorted Little Faye to Old Master Ye.
âWhat was that?â Mrs. Hong asked, gripping Rong Qiâs arm tighter.
Rong Qi squinted into the distance. âIt looks like a murder of crows.â
âCrows? But why here, and so many of them? Iâve never seen anything like it before in Ye residence.â
The servants who had just woken up witnessed the spectacle too. The crows circled a particular roof before disappearing as abruptly as they had appeared, their behavior unsettling.
A chill ran down Rong Qiâs spine. The crows had been circling the roof of her and Ye Nanshenâs residence, and not far from there, Ye Rong and Madam Suâs abode.
âWhy were crows swarming over our roofs?â
Mrs. Hongâs voice trembled. âMadam, Iâll make sure those who saw this keep silent. Donât worry.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYes,â Rong Qi replied absently, her thoughts elsewhere. She had been closely monitoring Ye Rong these past days, fearing some unforeseen threat.
However, three days passed without incident. The Ye residence resumed its usual routine, with Ye Rong continuing his medicinal treatments. Everything seemed normal.
Yet, the sight of the crows at the Ye residence couldnât be dismissed.
In the days that followed, whispers of the strange occurrence spread in hushed tones among the mansionâs inhabitants. No one dared speak openly of it, but the fear was palpable. Servants began pairing up for safety, and a sense of unease hung over the Ye residence like a heavy shroud..