Highly Skilled Doctor: My Lord Wife - C233

In my memory, I once had a happy home.

Young and beautiful mother, Sven’s father, though his father always threw punches and kicks at his mother.

But in front of me, they were always respectful, and that was enough for me.

Compared to the average person, I understand very early, I can speak before the age of one, compared to those two or three years old children who do not know what to say, I am far ahead of them. I remember everything that happened after I was three years old, but there are some things that are much more painful than forgetting them.

Sometimes I also think, if I were just an ordinary kid, ordinary, barely able to speak at three or four years old, barely able to understand a few words at the age of five or six, with my mind full of nothing to worry about but finding food, nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, how wonderful it would be!

Unfortunately …

It is said that my early intelligence originated from my mother. It is said that, like me, she was already able to master calligraphy at the age of three. At that time, my great-grandfather even lamented that she was a girl.

It was said that he had once said that if his mother was a son, she would definitely be extraordinary.

So, when I was able to talk early and behaved smarter than the average kid, our family was extremely happy. Especially Father and Grandfather …

That’s right, my grandfather was still alive at that time.

According to my grandfather, our family has been doing business for generations, and the food and clothing in our family are the best. Especially me, he always used every means at his disposal and loved the best things for me. Of course, it’s actually the best, but I’ve never seen anything bad, so I naturally don’t feel anything.

It’s just that I really enjoy being carried by my grandfather to sit under the willow tree in the courtyard and listen to his gentle chatter.

Of course, as a businessman, what he talked about most was the matter of the peddlers.

Little me, in my mind began to have a lot of interesting pictures, thinking how good it was to be a businessman, how many places to go, how many different scenery and different people to see, such a good day. I also secretly thought that when I grew up, I would also become a merchant, and become the greatest merchant of my generation.

Oh right, Grandpa said that the most powerful merchant would call him the Red Peak merchant.

This was someone that the Emperor approved of. He was also the highest ranked merchant, and ordinary people wouldn’t dare to offend him.

The little me, listening silently, carefully memorized this name.

However …

I didn’t expect that an unintentional remark would turn into a disaster.

The young me, accidentally said that I missed out, said that I want to do business in the future, want to be the greatest red-roofed merchant.

Then…

That night, she was beaten up by her father. I was hugged tightly by someone. I struggled to go to her side, wanting my father to stop hitting me. However, at my young age, I can’t do anything. The only thing I can do is keep on crying. I cried and begged everybody…

But that day, I suddenly realized that my grandfather, my father, and my grandmother, who had been so good to me, were all wearing cold expressions, as if they hadn’t heard my cries.

The woman who would always smile gently at me and prepare delicious food for me was currently covered in blood. She kneeled on the ground just like that and stared coldly at me.

Even at my young age, this is the first time I’ve ever seen such an ice-cold gaze. That gaze made me feel afraid and ice-cold …

After that, it was easy not to see the woman again for a while.

And my grandfather didn’t hold me and tell me those things.

Nothing seemed to have changed, but everything seemed to have changed again.

Of course, at such a young age, I would naturally behave obediently if I felt uneasy. At the very least, I wouldn’t be lacking food and gradually get used to it.

Later …

Grandmother wailed that grandpa would never come back. I didn’t know what it meant at such a young age … Soon, Grandmother also went with them …

It was as if our home had disappeared overnight, and then so had our mother …

Ever since then, the memory of his father, who claimed to be a scholar, had been gentle and gentle. His father had become irritable, ready to hit people at any moment. After a violent beating, he had disappeared.

I never saw him again when I woke up, and my little three-year-old brother never woke up…

That year, I was six years old. I already knew what life and death meant, and I also knew that from then on, I was an orphan. An orphan without a family, without parents, without grandparents, and without even my younger brother.

I told myself that to live, there was only hope.

Life may be difficult for many children like me, but it’s not too difficult for me to survive. As a child, all I need is a mouthful of food. As long as I can have a bite to eat, I can live for one more day. At that time, I never thought about what would happen in the future. I only thought about what would happen to me now.

I could fight a bunch of kids older than me for a bite to eat. I could snatch food from the mouths of wild dogs.

Even so, not only was I not dead, I was still alive and well. When I was a child, I was spoiled by my family. I was always sick, and always had medicine for the four seasons. But ever since I became an orphan, all my illnesses seem to have been cured. And all of this just laid the foundation for my future path…

Joining the army was just a coincidence, but it was also a necessity.

Because, at that time, I was already a kid and I only had two options. One was to join the army, although I might have died on the battlefield, I could still eat my fill as a soldier. The second was to go up the mountain and become a bandit. That year, the Yue family did not have any food to eat, so everyone was hungry. Naturally, there were many bandits that went up the mountain. I’ve been wandering outside since I was young, and have seen those bandits before. It’s fine if they were kind enough to snatch food, but if I meet those vicious bandits, it’s usually a village that’s empty in the blink of an eye. Even though I have been wandering outside since I was six years old, I still have the memories of my youth in my head. I am very clear on what is right and wrong and when I compared the two of them, I decisively chose to join the army.

Yeah, although joining the army might be a loss of a small life, isn’t being a bandit the same?

Since joining the army is against the enemy, and being a bandit is against those poor unarmed villagers, then I might as well choose the former.

It was also because this choice of mine had completely changed my fate.

It was a turbulent era, with smoke rising from all directions and many youths being forced to fight in the battlefield. Many of them threw themselves into the military camp with me for the sake of a single mouthful of food. The purpose of those people was really just to get a bite to eat. Compared to them, my goal was much clearer. After entering the military camp and eating my fill, there was no need to worry about hunger. After a whole meal, I started to think about my future life.

Yes, this person would never think of the future when he wasn’t full or wearing warm clothes, but soon after, he would think of his future.

At least, he didn’t want to die at any time.

Yes, after so many years, I was finally able to eat my fill and get dressed warmly. I don’t want to die anymore.

Even when I wasn’t full, I was strong enough to survive. I never wanted to die, let alone leave first.

On the battlefield, if you don’t want to die, there’s only one way out, and that is to kill others, kill those who want you to die, and as long as they do, you’ll be able to live.

Since the only way to survive is to kill those people who want to kill me, then naturally, I will not be lenient towards them. A person who has wandered outside for seven or eight years and risked his life for the sake of eating a mouthful of food, anyone would be afraid of him.

In a few short months, I became known as the god of death.

Everyone is afraid of me, and every time I come down from the battlefield, I get wet. It’s definitely not sweat, but blood, blood! On the battlefield, I only have one thought, and that is to kill these people before they kill me. I have become a killing weapon …

Thankfully, I was able to make it in time. Although the higher-ups were fighting over contributions, they needed someone who could fight and kill. Thus, I naturally received better treatment. Regardless of whether it was food or clothing, they were all much better than ordinary people. After that, I met a person.

At first glance, I knew that this person was different from me.

My instincts told me to follow this person. Then, I would follow him with my life on the line. I would always be in front of him whenever I met with danger.

Slowly, he became my good friend. Although I still don’t know his identity, I won’t tell him about my past. Naturally, I won’t tell him about the intense thoughts in my heart.

Of course, at times like that, everything but killing is nonsense, and we don’t have much time to say that we only have to fight on the battlefield and sleep on our backs and on our pillows for the rest of our lives. It was many years later that I found out that his identity was not so simple. He was actually a prince …

A prince who should have been sitting steadily in the palace with an esteemed status has come to the battlefield silently, to fight alongside a muddy man like me.

My heart was also incomparably happy. I was glad that I listened to the voice in my heart and approached him bit by bit …

not…

Logically speaking, for a person like me who has roamed the world since I was a child, I would never even look at a rookie like him, let alone risking my life to help him. Was this a joke? It was already difficult for him to continue living. How could he still have so many bad intentions for doing good things? Besides, if he could save her once, could he save her for the rest of her life?

I have done two good deeds in my life, one of which was to listen to the voice in my heart and save those who became the Emperor.

Another time was to save a pair of people who claimed to be mother and daughter.

It’s different from getting close to that prince. I saved the person who called himself mother and daughter because I recognized that woman with a single glance. That woman was none other than my mother!

Although I was only five or six years old at the time, I clearly remembered her appearance. When I saw her again, she looked the same as before, not much changed.

The anger that was suppressed in my heart immediately flared up. The hardships that I had endured all those years ago surfaced in my mind. I even wanted to pinch the little girl beside her to death.

The good thing was … Fortunately, I didn’t do anything because I quickly realized that her identity wasn’t ordinary. I had seen that jade pendant on that prince’s body …