This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 269 Let Me Touch
The room was completely silent.

The girl lying on the bed covered her face with the blanket, biting her lip, and stopped making a sound.

Luo Zijun's hand remained on her abdomen.

Madam Yuan brought the tea to the door, but upon seeing this scene, she didn't dare to come in.

Another moment passed.

Luo Zijun pulled her hand out from under the covers, a serious expression on her face.

Madam Yuan hurriedly came in and asked, "Young Master Luo, what illness does Wenfang have?"

At this moment, Yang Wenfang slowly peeked out from under the covers.

Luo Zijun did not answer immediately, but looked at the girl on the bed and asked, "Miss Yang, what symptoms are you experiencing?"

Yang Wenfang blushed as she looked at him, blinked, and said, "I feel... I feel so tired every day, I have no energy, and I don't want to get out of bed..."

Luo Zijun asked, "Do you... feel like vomiting?"

Yang Wenfang was taken aback. Before she could answer, Madam Yuan said, "Young Master Luo, Wenfang has been feeling nauseous whenever she sees the food we bring her these days. She can't eat anything at all..."

Bai Qingtong, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "That's strange. Wenfang hasn't eaten for several days, so why isn't she hungry at all? Brother-in-law, you touched her stomach just now, did you notice anything?"

Luo Zijun glanced at the girl on the bed and shook his head.

Madam Yuan sighed, her eyes reddening, and said, "Is Wenfang's illness really incurable?"

At this moment, Luo Zijun suddenly said, "Aunt Lan, let's go outside to talk."

Madam Yuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the tea in her hand and followed him out of the room.

Luo Zijun walked into the corridor, looked around, and then asked, "Miss Yang, how many days has it been since you got out of bed and left the house?"

After thinking for a moment, Madam Yuan said, "It's been at least seven or eight days."

Luo Zijun then asked, "How many days has it been since you last ate?"

Yuan said, "It's been at least seven days."

Luo Zijun asked, "Didn't you even have any water?"

Madam Yuan nodded, wiped away her tears, and said, "The other doctors all said to let me prepare for her funeral..."

Luo Zijun then asked, "Has she taken a bath during this time?"

Madam Yuan shook her head: "I originally wanted to help her wash her body, but she didn't want to."

Luo Zijun's gaze fell on the well in the corner of the courtyard. She paused for a moment, then took a step and walked over.

He came to the well, looked around, and then looked into the well.

Bai Qingtong followed and asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, what did you see?"

Luo Zijun didn't answer. She turned around and looked at Madam Yuan, saying, "Aunt Lan, I can cure your daughter's illness, but..."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yuan's face lit up with joy: "Young Master Luo, you really can cure it? What is it, Young Master Luo, please tell me."

Luo Zijun glanced at the window of the room and said, "I need to lift the covers and look at her body, from head to toe. Also, I want to stay here tonight, but I can't let her know. Qing Tong can stay here with me, but no one else from the manor can be here."

"This……"

Upon hearing this, Yuan hesitated.

At this moment, a maid came in and reported, "Madam, Master has returned."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yuan quickly said, "Young Master Luo, please wait a moment. I will go and tell the master, and he will make the decision."

After that, he left in a hurry.

Seeing that only the two of them were left in the courtyard, Bai Qingtong quickly asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, what exactly did you see?"

Luo Zijun walked up to the well, squatted down, pointed to a patch of soil next to it, and said, "Look, here."

Bai Qingtong quickly went over and squatted down next to him, staring intently at the spot he was pointing to, but saw nothing. She asked in confusion, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong here?"

Luo Zijun said, "The color of this soil is somewhat dark red, unlike other places."

Bai Qingtong opened her eyes wide, looked at it carefully again, and said, "It seems a bit like that. Brother-in-law, what is this?"

"Blood."

Luo Zijun's gaze fell upon her.

"Blood?"

Bai Qingtong was stunned, her face full of confusion.

Luo Zijun looked at the well, twitched her nose, and said, "You may not be able to smell it, but there's a faint smell of blood floating in this well, and it's also on the ground. Obviously, someone washed something here today, or last night."

Bai Qingtong still looked puzzled: "Washed what?"

Luo Zijun did not answer, but stood up and looked towards the entrance of the courtyard.

The sound of footsteps came.

Madam Yuan and a middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes entered the courtyard.

The middle-aged man was tall and thin, and his features were quite similar to those of Miss Yang. He was clearly her father, Yang Zhen.

"Master, this is Young Master Luo, and this is Qing Tong."

Mrs. Yuan quickly explained.

Bai Qingtong stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Uncle Yang."

Yang Zhen smiled broadly, glanced at Bai Qingtong, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Qingtong would grow so tall after just a few years. She's already an adult."

Then she looked at the elegant young man in a scholar's robe behind her, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes. She seemed not to have expected him to be so young. She quickly cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Luo."

Luo Zijun also bowed and addressed him as "Uncle Yang," just like her sister-in-law.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sides finished their greetings.

Yang Zhen glanced into the room, sighed, and said, "Madam just told me that since Young Master Luo is a doctor, we naturally trust him. Whatever Young Master Luo wants to do, let him do it. No matter the outcome, we will not blame him."

Then she smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, we have consulted many doctors these past few days. I even went to beg someone to invite the imperial physician from the palace, but... alas, all those doctors told us to prepare for Wenfang's funeral." Luo Zijun did not dare to make any boastful claims in advance, but simply said, "I will stay here tonight, and there should be results by tomorrow morning."

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Young Master Luo. Please feel free to give any instructions if you need anything."

Luo Zijun said, "From tonight until tomorrow morning, please ask Uncle Yang, Aunt Lan, and all the servants in the mansion not to approach this courtyard. No matter what noise you hear at night, you must not come out of your rooms."

Yang Zhen's expression hardened, and he said, "Alright."

Yuan seemed somewhat hesitant.

Luo Zijun pondered for a moment and said, "Uncle Yang, Aunt Lan, how about this, you come with me to the room now, and we'll take a look at Miss Yang's body together."

Madam Yuan was taken aback and looked at her husband.

Yang Zhen looked puzzled but didn't say anything, nodding and saying, "Let's go, let's go take a look together."

The four of them went into the room together.

Luo Zijun closed the door, went over and picked up the oil lamp, saying, "Are there any more oil lamps or candles?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Yuan immediately went to the table and took two more candles to light.

The room suddenly became much brighter.

Luo Zijun carried the oil lamp to the bedside and looked at the girl on the bed, saying, "Miss Yang, we need to examine your body."

Yang Wenfang was taken aback upon hearing this, then blushed deeply and said in a trembling voice, "I...I wasn't wearing any clothes..."

Yang Zhen walked over and said gently, "Fang'er, Young Master Luo is a doctor, so there's nothing to worry about."

Yang Wenfang didn't speak again, slowly closed her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.

Without hesitation, Luo Zijun gently lifted the middle quilt, moved the oil lamp in her hand over, and the girl's snow-white abdomen immediately appeared before her eyes.

Her abdomen was flat, and her skin was snow-white and glossy under the light.

There is nothing unusual about it.

Mr. and Mrs. Yang glanced at it but couldn't see anything, their faces showing confusion.

Bai Qingtong also looked puzzled.

At this moment, Luo Zijun extended a finger and gently placed it on the girl's navel.

"what……"

The moment the fingers touched her, the girl on the bed trembled, let out a gasp, and hurriedly and shyly covered her face with the blanket.

Luo Zijun's soul power surged, and she gently massaged her navel.

Mr. and Mrs. Yang looked closely, but still found nothing unusual.

A look of suspicion began to appear on Yuan's face, and her gaze toward the young man in front of her became somewhat strange.

However, at that moment, Yang Wenfang suddenly trembled, her lower abdomen tightened, and she cried out in surprise, "It hurts..."

At this moment, Bai Qingtong suddenly pointed to her belly button and exclaimed in surprise, "Look, that's..."

Mr. and Mrs. Yang quickly went closer to take a look.

Around Yang Wenfang's navel, a black ring appeared. The black marks looked like tiny worms gathered together, twisting and wriggling, then circling around the navel in the center.

"This is……"

The Yang couple's faces immediately turned ugly.

Luo Zijun withdrew her finger and said, "Miss Yang should also have these things on her chest, or somewhere else. I'm not quite sure what they are, but I know how to remove them. If they aren't removed soon, Miss Yang's internal organs and her entire body may be devoured."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yuan hurriedly said in a tearful voice, "Young Master Luo, please, you must save my daughter!"

Luo Zijun glanced out the window.

The sun has set, and night has fallen.

Upon seeing this, Yang Zhen immediately said, "Madam, let's go first. Let's not disturb Young Master Luo's treatment of Fang'er here."

With no further doubts, Madam Yuan wiped away her tears and left with him.

The room fell silent immediately.

Yang Wenfang, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes and asked shyly, "Young Master Luo, what...what illness do I have?"

Luo Zijun gently comforted her, "It's alright, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

Yang Wenfang stared at his handsome face, her cheeks flushed, and asked, "Really...really?"

Luo Zijun nodded, her gaze suddenly falling on the hand that was peeking out from under the blanket.

He moved the oil lamp in his hand over, then took her delicate little hand and carefully observed it under the light.

Yang Wenfang's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed even more, and she bit her lip, her face full of shyness.

"Um... Miss Yang, may I take a look at your feet?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenfang was taken aback, and Bai Qingtong, who was standing next to her, was also stunned for a moment. Then, she looked at him with a suspicious expression, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she held back.

"It's okay, it's fine if you don't want to."

Luo Zijun comforted her.

Yang Wenfang lowered her eyelashes, gently biting her lip, and said shyly, "I...I do..."

As she spoke, the blanket on the other side shifted slightly, revealing a small, snow-white foot without stockings.

Luo Zijun looked over.

Seemingly finding it unclear, he got up and moved closer, shifting the oil lamp in his hand to observe it carefully for a while. Then he reached out, gently grasped it, and continuously stroked the soles of his feet with two fingers.

Yang Wenfang was so ashamed that she covered her face with the blanket.

At this moment, Luo Zijun said again, "Miss Yang, stretch out the other one too, let me see... let me touch it."

Bai Qingtong, standing to the side: "..."

(End of this chapter)