The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage-Chapter 346: You Are Sick

346 You're Sick

Mr. Fei also recognized Wei Zijian and immediately let out a cold huff. "You scoundrel! So you're all in cahoots, first cursing me with sickness and then stealing our Fei Family's needle skills. You really are courting death!"

"Everyone, grab them all and take them back to my residence!"

At this moment, Yang Yunniang suddenly spoke, "Fei Cai! You Fei Clan members truly know how to twist right and wrong. Stealing people's property with impunity, aren't you ashamed at all?"

"Ten years ago, how you stole the Yang Family's needle skill and then turned the tables, wiping out the Yang Clan, did you really think no one knew?"

"Now, you want to repeat the same trick? Let me tell you, it's not allowed. This needle method is something my disciple and I researched together, and you can't take it away!"

"HEY! You, old hag, what nonsense are you talking about!" Fei Cai immediately roared in anger.

He didn't recognize Yang Yunniang at all.

Yang Yunniang was now an old woman. In her words, as someone who was already halfway into the grave, what was there to fear? She directly retorted, "Whether I'm talking nonsense, you know in your heart. I advise you to consider your actions, as too many bad deeds will lead to retribution!"

The more Fei Cai looked at the old woman, the more familiar she seemed, but he just couldn't recall who she was.

Nevertheless, being directly confronted with his family's disgrace made Fei Cai angry. He immediately ordered his men to grab them.

Zhao Yu was ready to draw his sword when he caught a glance from Zhao Zhitong. He immediately understood his sister's meaning, put away his sword, and allowed himself to be seized without resistance.

After they were all arrested, Fei Cai felt quite smug. "HMPH, still want to argue with me? You're overestimating yourselves! You all thought you were so capable, but now you're all tied up by me. Take them away!"

At this order, Zhao Zhitong and the others were escorted away by Fei Cai's men.

The commotion here had attracted quite a crowd.

Several people had gathered at the entrance of the inn, and they saw the whole thing unfold. They were all silently anxious for Zhao Zhitong and the others.

"TSK, TSK, such a pity. How could they dare to offend Mr. Fei? Now they will face disaster."

"Sigh! Now that they've been taken to the Fei residence, I'm afraid they won't come back in one piece."

"Such a waste. Just look at the young lady and young master, so handsome."

...

Almost everyone was convinced that Zhao Zhitong and the others would surely not be able to leave the Fei residence.

Fei Cai also believed so.

He had investigated them beforehand. These outsiders had no backing whatsoever.

Now, they were at his mercy.

He wanted Zhao Ya to hand over her needle method and then claim it as his own.

With this needle method, he would be able to rival his eldest brother!

He was indeed quite pleased with his plans.

However, Zhao Zhitong was planning to give him a harsh lesson.

She glanced at Fei Cai. He was portly, with a big belly from years of indulgence in rich foods.

He reeked of alcohol, indicating he was a heavy drinker.

Without taking his pulse, Zhao Zhitong could already tell that this man must have high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high cholesterol levels.

As they entered the Fei household, Zhao Zhitong suddenly addressed him, "So you're Mr. Fei?"

Fei Cai initially thought Zhao Zhitong was afraid now and snorted coldly in response.

"Are you scared now? Did you think I was just threatening you? Let me tell you, it's too late. You arrived in Suzhou without even bothering to inquire about who I, Mr. Fei, am, and you dare to provoke me?"

Zhao Zhitong pursed her lips and let out a disdainful cold chuckle. "HMPH, I couldn't care less who you are, Mr. Fei. When you're before the King of Hell, you'll be nothing more than a lost soul!"

When he heard the curse that foreordained his death, Mr. Fei's anger surged, his face dark and ominous. He pointed at Zhao Zhitong, "You're courting death! Let's see whether you stay tough in a little while."

Zhao Zhitong, unfazed, shook her head and said, "We'll see soon enough who comes out on top. Mr. Fei, has anyone ever told you that you're sick?"

Fei Cai's eyebrows bristled with anger. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

It was then that Wei Zijian piped up, "HEY, did you listen, Mr. Fei? I told you, didn't I? I said I wasn't lying. You really are sick!"

"This is my mentor. You must've heard of her. She's the famed Divine Doctor who cured Princess Jiahe when even the imperial physicians couldn't!"

"She even cured the emperor's illness. She, known throughout the Capital City as the Divine Doctor, says you're sick, so you are!"

Hearing "you're sick" from one and "you're sick" from another, Fei Cai's face turned livid.

"PAH! Divine Doctor, my foot! Are you trying to fool an idiot? Do you think I'd believe you? You're the one who's damn sick!"

He then slapped Wei Zijian on the head in anger, who hollered, "Why won't you believe me? My mentor genuinely is a Divine Doctor."

"If she's a Divine Doctor, then I'm a Saint Doctor!"

He flatly refused to believe that there was a Divine Doctor in the Capital City who had cured the princess's strange disease.

Though Suzhou was far from the Capital City, the Fei Clan's embroidery had made its way into the Imperial Palace. This much he knew.

But curing a strange disease that even imperial physicians couldn't cure definitely required a seasoned old physician.

Zhao Zhitong, however, was nothing more than a young girl. The thought of her being a Divine Doctor was sheer nonsense!

Zhao Zhitong didn't care whether he believed she was a Divine Doctor. Today, if I say he's sick, then he has to be sick! Even if he isn't, I'll make up a sickness for him!

"Mr. Fei, do you often feel dizzy? Do your limbs, hands, and feet frequently go numb? Does your tongue or mouth often go numb too?"

Zhao Zhitong listed a series of symptoms that left Fei Cai momentarily speechless.

He had indeed been experiencing these symptoms recently.

And to his disbelief, Zhao Zhitong had described all of them correctly!

But then again, he quickly dismissed it as a lucky guess on her part.

Zhao Zhitong continued to cajole, "It's better to be safe than sorry. How about letting me feel your pulse? If I am right, you'll know ahead of time. If I am wrong, you have nothing to fear from a weak woman like me. Either way, you have nothing to lose."

Upon hearing that, Fei Cai hesitated for a moment and then untied Zhao Zhitong's restraints.

Being human, he too was afraid of death.

Zhao Zhitong had him right where she wanted him. She followed Fei Cai to a gazebo in the courtyard, sat down, and took his pulse, all the while shaking her head and tutting.

Her demeanor suggested that he was at death's door.

Fei Cai, who hadn't believed her at all before, was now panicked by Zhao Zhitong's act.

"Wait, no... what does your head-shaking and sighing mean?"

Zhao Zhitong sighed again. "It doesn't look good at all!"

Saying this, Zhao Zhitong pretended to examine Fei Cai's body, pressing her fingers against him in a few places.

In reality, she had a silver needle hidden between her fingers...

And so, wherever Zhao Zhitong pressed, Fei Cai felt a slight stinging pain, and then he heard Zhao Zhitong ask him.

"Do you feel numbness, soreness, dizziness, blurred vision, and a bit unsteady on your feet here?"

Fei Cai vigorously nodded his head. "Exactly! What does this mean?"

Zhao Zhitong withdrew her gaze and calmly declared, "You're at high risk of a stroke. If you do have one, your mouth and eyes will become crooked, and it's very likely to cause paralysis in your lower body. You'll spend the rest of your life bedridden."