Chapter 1623 – Subduing Nan Sheng, Killing An Huan (35)
Hua Yuan’s eyes reflected no waves, his indifference chilling enough to make even the Old Doctor, who had seen life and death countless times, tremble with fear.
He was an ordinary physician, dedicated to healing and saving lives, treating patients equally regardless of their status. Although his medical skills were respectable among his peers, the Old Doctor felt a long way from achieving his dream of becoming a revered figure in the medical field.
For decades, he had never dared to slack off, determined to honor the promise he made when he first entered this profession.
He never imagined that the reputation he had kept for most of his life would be shattered by his own hands.
This young man before him threatened the lives of the Old Doctor’s family and friends, compelling him to comply.
Initially, he struggled; deceiving An Huan alongside Hua Yuan, misdiagnosing the case, didn’t that go against his medical ethics?
However, the Old Doctor was even more aware of what it meant to oppose Hua Yuan.
He could see clearly that Hua Yuan was not someone who valued human life. Killing a few people was as routine to him as eating and drinking. After much soul-searching, the Old Doctor discarded his moral integrity, helping Hua Yuan in his wrongdoing…
He only hoped that once Hua Yuan achieved his goals, he might show mercy and spare his family and close friends.
Don’t let the Old Doctor’s age fool you; he was not blind. He understood one principle—knowing too much leads to an early demise.
Once the Old Doctor learned Hua Yuan’s secret, would the latter allow him to live?
Clearly, that was impossible; the Old Doctor knew he would undoubtedly die once the task was complete.
“Do you have any secret formulas for aiding pregnancy?”
Hua Yuan leaned against the medicine cabinet, watching the Old Doctor scribble prescriptions, suddenly asking, startling the old man.
“Aiding pregnancy… this…” the Old Doctor hesitated, “Duo Xi Gong appears to be just like any normal man, able to have relations with women, but his seeds are all dead. No matter how fertile the soil, a dead seed cannot sprout.”
Although the Old Doctor had made significant achievements in this area, having cured many men with fertility issues, he truly had no way to help in An Huan’s case. Even if he produced a formula for fertility aid, An Huan could not make a woman pregnant—this was putting the old man in a difficult position.
Hua Yuan twirled a piece of dry grass in his mouth, smirking indifferently, “I already knew Duo Xi Gong’s body was no different than a castrated man; you didn’t need to remind me.”
A man incapable of making a woman pregnant, no matter how much of a lord he appeared, was essentially still a eunuch.
Hua Yuan firmly believed himself to be “Liu Xi”; how could he let a physically flawed man dictate to him?
He wanted everything in this world.
Thus, in Hua Yuan’s eyes, An Huan was merely an obstacle, a stumbling block that had to be removed.
The Old Doctor awkwardly asked, “Then why use the pregnancy aid formula?”
Hua Yuan leaned against the medicine cabinet, his loosely-fitting scholar’s robe giving him an air of casual elegance, his expression carrying a semblance of bright amusement, somewhat frivolous; yet beneath that “charm” lay a deadly poison… The Old Doctor inwardly sighed, thinking it was both a pity and a waste.
“You’ve diagnosed Duo Xi Gong; you said that after a month of recovery, there’s a slim chance of making a woman pregnant, right?”
Hua Yuan coldly countered, leaving the Old Doctor speechless.
That statement was packed with implications!
An Huan could never make a woman pregnant. If Hua Yuan were to present the pregnancy aid formula and An Huan’s woman indeed became pregnant… it could be inferred that the child in her womb would undoubtedly be from someone else—An Huan would end up wearing a green hat… The Old Doctor secretly gasped; as a medical practitioner, he was accustomed to the cycle of life, but the conflicts among high-ranking families were often more convoluted than tales from the marketplace.
Art comes from life and transcends it, and that was exactly the case.
The Hua Yuan before him wanted to put a green cap on An Huan, replacing his lineage with his own?
In an instant, all sorts of melodramatic scenarios flooded the Old Doctor’s mind; he could only shake his head in disbelief—noble families really knew how to play games, while common folk could never conceive such outrageous schemes—not only aiming to cut off one’s lineage but also seeking to inherit it even after death.
“Just say it plainly, do you have it or not?” Hua Yuan sneered, “The faster and stronger, the better.”
The Old Doctor nervously replied, “Having children is a natural law; it greatly depends on the physical conditions of both men and women. It’s like the soil for spring sowing and the seeds full of life; only by encountering each other can they bear fruitful results. If the seeds are weak but the soil is fertile, the fetus is likely to die halfway. Conversely, if the seeds are strong yet the soil is poor, even if a healthy birth occurs, the child will be inherently deficient. Interfering with natural reproduction through artificial means, even if successful, the child born will often…”
He rambled on, but Hua Yuan simply coldly repeated nine words.
“Just say it clearly, do you have it or not?”
“There is,” the Old Doctor whispered, “but the medicinal properties of that formula are too strong; if the woman takes it, it will surely harm her health.”
“That’s all I need to know; remember to copy a copy for me.”
Hua Yuan took the prescription from the Old Doctor and ordered several additional prescriptions as well.
Because Hua Yuan had offered An Huan renewed hope for lineage, the latter valued him even more. Even though there had been doubts, the private inquiries returned reports asserting that the Old Doctor was exceptionally skilled in male fertility issues, far surpassing others.
An Huan was safe taking the medication prescribed by the Old Doctor; after a while, he felt rejuvenated and full of energy. Hua Yuan also presented him with the pregnancy aid formula, which was harmless to the fetus, but would drain the mother of her vitality to create the most suitable environment for the offspring. An Huan was overjoyed, yet he was not entirely pleased with Hua Yuan’s intention to give these medicines to the Xichang Princess.
“A mere princess of a fallen kingdom, what qualification does she have to bear my children?”
An Huan placed great importance on bloodlines. Though the Xichang Princess was beautiful and educated, her lowly birth was a significant drawback.
Even if he was obsessed with having children, An Huan did not want to subject his future offspring to such a paltry maternal background.
Hua Yuan responded coldly, “It’s merely to test the physician’s formula with her. If the formula proves effective, the Lord can still choose a noble-born main consort for the Young Master later. There’s distinction between legitimate and illegitimate offspring, and the Young Master’s position will definitely belong to the future Young Master.”
Every word he spoke, every action he took, made An Huan feel at ease.
Even though Hua Yuan was the foster teacher of the adopted son, he prioritized his own master and the future legitimate Young Master above all else—this was very good!
An Huan pondered, “What you say does hold some validity. Although the Xichang Princess is of low birth, her ancestors were once prominent, so it’s a begrudging fit.”
