Wang Jin blinked, moved closer to him, put his arm over his shoulder, and stared straight at Yuan Heng, saying: "What's wrong? Brother Heng?"
"..." Yuan Heng looked at the fox beastman pulling the cart outside and didn't speak.
Wang Jin followed his gaze, then looked at the man's expression, which seemed as if his job had been stolen, and felt strangely puzzled.
Could it be that the man wanted to pull the cart?
What a strange thought. Even in Danmu tribe, there was no such thing...
Thinking of Danmu tribe, Wang Jin suddenly remembered.
In Danmu tribe, only one's own beastman could carry one's own ger... A ger would only accept being carried by his own beastman... If he got on the back of another beastman... it was equivalent to betraying his own beastman.
Although the beastmen outside transformed into beast forms were pulling a carriage, he was sitting in the carriage... Could the man think that beastman was carrying him?
"You..." Wang Jin opened his dark eyes, looking at Yuan Heng: "You don't think this is another beastman carrying me, do you?"
"..." The man's body stiffened, but he didn't speak.
Seeing this, Wang Jin knew he had guessed correctly. He was dumbfounded for a moment, then laughed until his eyes curved, his lips forming a heart shape, his eyes shining as if there were stars inside.
Hearing the ger's laughter, the man felt so irritated he could grind his teeth. In one move, he grabbed the ger, exited the carriage, transformed into a winged white tiger, and carrying the ger, leaped forward.
The beastman outside only saw a white flash before his eyes, and then the two people in the carriage were gone. Only a sentence floated over lightly from the distance.
"Deliver the things to the address, you will be paid."
Quickly running to the front of the pavilion building, Yuan Heng transformed back into human form, standing to the side with his hands behind his back. Wang Jin laughed until he bent over, looking at the man with eyes full of teasing.
He never expected the always steady man to be so childish.
"Brother Heng, the rules in Ning'an City are different... And sitting in the carriage, there's no contact with that beastman at all, it can't count as him carrying me..."
"..."
Yuan Heng naturally knew that the beastman had no contact with the ger at all, but... when it came to matters involving the ger, even the slightest possibility that this person might be interested in others, he couldn't remain calm.
Seeing Yuan Heng silent, a trace of helplessness flashed through Wang Jin's laughing eyes. He stepped forward, about to speak, when Uncle Shan ran out from inside, saying: "Young master, you're finally back. The physician invited from the city lord's place is here, waiting for you inside."
Hearing this, Wang Jin hurriedly pulled Yuan Heng into the house. The physician was a middle-aged beastman who looked quite kind and pleasant.
Upon seeing Wang Jin running in briskly from outside, he looked him up and down, and gradually, a smile spread across his lips: "Young master, you said you were frightened sick. I see you are glowing with health, full of smiles, your eyes sparkling with a radiant glow, brimming with vitality. You don't look sick at all."
Wang Jin showed no guilt at being seen through. Instead, he walked forward openly, sat down next to the physician, and proactively stretched out his hand, saying: "I'm just being protective of myself. I really was frightened by the bloody scene earlier, it's just that..."
Wang Jin looked up at Yuan Heng, his gaze rippling, a flash of cunning passing through his eyes. That clever, spirited look was very pleasing.
"Brother Heng took me out for a walk, and those discomforts dissipated. I have to thank Brother Heng. You must mention this to my brother when you go back."
Hearing this, the physician looked up at the ancientbeastman, then at the ger opposite him, a flash of understanding in his eyes. This young master wanted him to put in a good word for this ancient beastman in front of the city lord...
The young master opposite looked at the ancient beastman, smiling joyfully as if he had candy in his mouth, so sweet it made the viewer feel happy too...
This young master was so protective of this ancient beastman... No wonder this ancient beastman liked him so much...
It was rare to see such sincere feelings. The physician's smile widened a bit as he teased: "I think I should just tell the city lord directly that the ancient beastman is the young master's best medicine, wouldn't that be best?"
"Of course!" Upon hearing this, the young master raised his head slightly to reply, his flying spirit making him look triumphant and spirited... not modest at all.
The physician laughed, shook his head, gathered his things, and said: "Well then, since the young master is fine, I'll take my leave first."
"Hey, wait..." Wang Jin signaled to Uncle Shan, who immediately understood and brought out a large wooden box from the room.
Wang Jin pushed the large wooden box in front of the physician and said: "This wooden box contains tonic medicine that A-Xiang sent me. Physician, could you help me see if I can take all of these? Will they conflict with the prescription you gave me?"
Hearing this, the physician hurriedly took the wooden box and opened it to look. A triumphant smile flashed through Wang Jin's eyes.
The physician examined them carefully for a while, his face darkening, the smile on his lips fading away.
"Young master, you must not take this medicine."
"What's wrong?" Wang Jin asked, already knowing the answer.
The physician asked: "Was this sent to you by the deputy city lord's ger, Zhao Xiang, Young Master Zhao?"
"En." Wang Jin nodded.
The physician shook his head, full of confusion, and said: "That's strange. The deputy city lord shouldn't be so poor as to give people fake medicine when gifting tonic medicine, right?"
"Fake medicine?" Wang Jin's eyelid twitched. He thought it was some inferior product, but it turned out to be more serious—it was actually fake...
This Zhao Xiang...
The original owner regarded him as a true friend, and this was how he treated the original owner...
It was a pity for the original owner's sincere friendship...
And because of this, Zhao Xiang was even more unforgivable for deceiving the original owner's feelings like this!
"Are you sure? This medicine was given to me by my best friend?"
When Wang Jin said this, he felt both angry and resentful, his face naturally showing a bit of restrained pain. To the physician, this pain was the inability to accept the reality of being so perfunctorily treated by a good friend, the heartache of being deeply hurt...
The physician immediately felt waves of pity. This young master, because of his timid nature before, had no friends and only regarded Zhao Xiang as a friend. But now, this friend...
Looking at the fake medicine, the physician felt a pang of compassion. He hurriedly closed the wooden box and lied with a smile: "Perhaps I was mistaken. I'll take it back for another look and bring it back to you later."
Wang Jin's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly said: "Then... thank you, physician."
"Don't mention it. I'll go back now to report."
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