Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 897: Chapter 736

As soon as these words were spoken, the man with the mustache was taken aback.

Indeed, the massive sandstorm today caused varying levels of damage to all the teams, with the worst being the complete disappearance of a whole team.

Even they lost nearly one-third of their personnel.

Yet in that small group, even the two maids attending closely were unharmed.

"Have you noticed?"

Mr. Sheng said, "They are not simple."

"Then... should we recruit them?"

The man with the mustache asked.

Mr. Sheng shook his head: "Their identities are not yet clear, rashly recruiting might backfire."

The man with the mustache nodded approvingly: "When the doctor comes later, should we try to get some information from her?"

Mr. Sheng nodded thoughtfully.

Half an hour later, the guards invited Meng Qianqian over.

Mr. Sheng did not meet her.

The man with the mustache waited outside the tent with a smile, his attitude was very polite.

"Divine Doctor."

He greeted her.

Meng Qianqian said, "I am not worthy of being called a Divine Doctor, just call me Alina."

"Alina."

The man with the mustache said with a smile, "A good name, I am Tuoba Ye."

Meng Qianqian asked, "Where is the patient?"

The man with the mustache paused and said, "Regarding the patient, I have a presumptuous request..."

Meng Qianqian glanced at him and said indifferently, "I only treat illnesses. I don’t know about anything else, I don’t ask about it, and I don’t handle it."

Tuoba Ye was quite surprised by Meng Qianqian’s tact, and couldn’t help but look at her with newfound respect.

A young woman so adept at understanding human nature, Mr. Sheng’s words were not false; this group of people is indeed not simple.

He gestured for her to enter: "Divine Doctor, please."

The guard lifted the tent curtain, and Meng Qianqian stepped inside.

When Ya’er intended to follow, she was stopped by the guard.

Meng Qianqian turned back: "What does this mean?"

Tuoba Ye said with a smile, "Divine Doctor, don’t take offense, this is Mr. Sheng’s instruction, only you may go to treat the patient."

Ya’er said, "I cannot leave my lady."

Tuoba Ye said, "Miss, don’t worry, we will not harm the Divine Doctor, you may wait outside the tent."

Meng Qianqian said to Ya’er, "Give me the medicine chest."

Ya’er opened her mouth but could only hand the medicine chest to Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian carried the medicine chest into the tent.

The guards immediately let down the curtain, making it impossible for Ya’er to take another look.

Tuoba Ye also stood guard outside the tent.

It was clear that the identity of the patient inside the tent was extremely special, as even Mr. Sheng’s close advisor could not approach easily.

Inside the tent were two people: a young girl lying on a blanket, her breathing weak, and a maid kneeling beside her, continuously wiping her cold sweat.

The maid saw Meng Qianqian, stood up, politely saluted, and then retreated to the side.

Meng Qianqian put down the medicine chest and took the girl’s pulse: "She is not poisoned."

The maid said, "That’s right, my lady did not drink the water there."

Meng Qianqian said, "But her situation is much worse than poisoning."

The maid’s face changed.

Meng Qianqian said, "She has been ill for some days, hasn’t she? Did you not call a doctor for her?"

The maid lowered her head: "We did."

Meng Qianqian said, "The doctor told her to rest and not continue the journey, right?"

The maid nodded slowly.

"Where is the doctor?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

The maid said, "The doctor... is gone."

Meng Qianqian understood, surely lost in the sandstorm.

She looked at her hand tightly held and said to the maid, "I need some hot water and a bowl of plain porridge, remember plain porridge, go get these quickly."

"Yes."

The maid left the tent.

Meng Qianqian said, "Alright, you can open your eyes now."

The girl slowly opened her eyes, looking at Meng Qianqian with tension and unease.

Meng Qianqian softly said, "Rest assured, I won’t say anything."

The girl’s eyes still flickered with anxiety.

Meng Qianqian sighed softly, took her hand, and placed it on her slightly swollen belly: "I am also about to become a mother."

The girl suddenly widened her eyes.

Meng Qianqian curved her lips: "Can you trust me now?"

The girl nodded: "Yes."

Meng Qianqian said, "You killed that doctor, right?"

The girl’s eyes trembled, and a trace of guilt flashed across her face.

Meng Qianqian continued: "I don’t mean to hold it against you, I believe you must have had a reason to kill him."

The girl lowered her gaze and whispered, "He threatened me about the pregnancy, if I didn’t comply, he would spread the word... I... I can’t let outsiders know about my pregnancy... or they... won’t spare me or the child..."

Meng Qianqian sighed: "It seems things are quite complicated."

Complicated is good, it gives her room to maneuver.

Meng Qianqian hadn’t forgotten her own mission of healing and saving lives, saving her was real, but helping herself out of trouble was also true.

"I..."

The girl hesitated.

Meng Qianqian considerately said, "Don’t worry, if it’s difficult, no need to force it. I brought fetus-preserving medicine, take it first, and I will tell them it’s for treating a cold and replenishing energy and blood’s pills.

Everyone is poisoned, their vitality is greatly damaged, they will rest for at least a day or two, take this chance to recuperate, avoid worry, and if needed, have your maid come find me, I am called Alina."

The girl was deeply moved: "Thank you, Alina."

Meng Qianqian took out pills from the medicine chest and instructed on the dosage.

"I haven’t asked your name yet, we should meet often in the future, how should I address you?"

Meng Qianqian asked with a smile.

The girl took the medicine bowl and whispered, "Nalan Xue."

Meng Qianqian smiled: "Nalan Xue, that’s a good name too."

Thinking of something, she asked, "Would you like to eat sour apricots?"

Nalan Xue’s eyes brightened, and she nodded eagerly.

Meng Qianqian took out a packet of dried sour apricots from her pouch and handed it to her.

Nalan Xue: "Are they all for me?"

Meng Qianqian generously offered it to her: "Yes, I have more in my bundle."

Nalan Xue, like a squirrel seeing a pinecone, immediately clutched the dried sour apricots, afraid if she hesitated, Meng Qianqian would take them back.

Meng Qianqian was amused by her.

Nalan Xue said a little embarrassedly, "I... I will pay you for them."

Meng Qianqian said, "The sour apricots are a gift, and the consultation fee, well, Mr. Sheng invited me here, I’ll just ask him."

Nalan Xue: "Oh."

"Well, I’ll be leaving now."

"You..."

Just as Meng Qianqian got up, she heard her voice and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"

Nalan Xue shook her head, "Nothing."

Meng Qianqian smiled: "Remember to take the medicine, your secret is safe, no one will find out, don’t worry."

Nalan Xue gazed deeply into Meng Qianqian’s eyes, feeling an inexplicable power of persuasion in her assured gaze.

She exited the tent.

Meng Qianqian’s smile vanished.

Nalan Xue.

I’m sorry, I have to start using you now.