Chapter 537
Chapter 537 Medical Treatment
Old Gao sneered, his eyes lecherous and sleazy. Lin Wanrong glanced down at his hand and found himself holding a piece of bright red, soft silk, adorned with round lace. Folded, it was no larger than his palm. A faint fragrance emanated from it. It was as soft as water, as fiery as a flame—reminiscent of the blushing cheeks of the Turkic girl, Yujia. He could even sense a faint warmth from it.
Seeing their commander holding such a vibrant dudou, the soldiers of the Great Hua couldn't help but suppress their laughter. Their expressions were as ambiguous as they could be. Yueya’er, the Turkic girl, was even more furious. Her face flushed, fists clenched, teeth grinding loudly. Her eyes, fiery as they were, remained locked on him.
Lin Wanrong appeared unfazed. He chuckled, "Ah, what a large red handkerchief! I can hardly hold it with both hands! I've been in need of a face towel; this handkerchief is mine now—"
"Sen dildi it!" Yueya’er barked, her eyes brimming with tears. She snatched the dudou back from his hand, tore it in half with a swift motion, and threw it on the ground. She stomped on it mercilessly with her riding boots, muttering something under her breath.
Lin Wanrong blinked. "What is she saying, Brother Hu? Why did she take away my handkerchief?"
Admiring Lin Wanrong's thick skin, Hu Bugui chuckled, "No worries, she's just a spirited Turkic girl. She said that you've touched her belongings, likening it to a mad dog biting a flower on the prairie. She curses your imminent demise."
Though Old Hu had translated it gently, Lin Wanrong caught the drift instantly. ‘So, she wants me to drop dead, huh?’ He laughed heartily, "No harm done. A slap is a sign of love, a kick even more so. I've never been afraid of young ladies yelling at me. The more they scold, the happier I am. Ahem, after my thorough testing, it appears Miss Yujia is indeed familiar with these herbs. She probably can provide medical treatment. Brother Hu, tell her we'd like to propose an honest trade."
Ignoring some content in his speech, Hu Bugui translated. Yueya snorted disdainfully, "The proverb of the grassland says, 'The glorious moon will never shine upon a greedy pack of wolves.' I, Yujia, will never deal with someone as despicable and depraved as you—"