Manipulative Harem God - Chapter 451 Omnious Twinkle! The Innocent Lamb want to be butchered!

Chapter 451 Omnious Twinkle! The Innocent Lamb want to be butchered!

“Ah!?”

“D-Doctor?!” Li Xinru, startled into speechlessness by this unexpected turn of events, found her cheeks aflame with blushes, while Liu Cong seemed to have been momentarily turned to stone.

“Miracle Doctor!? What is the meaning of this!” Liu Cong managed to find his voice, albeit laced with astonishment rather than anger.

Zhang Wei, momentarily puzzled by the commotion, furrowed his brow. “I’m attending to your daughter, my good man. Why the commotion? Or would you rather she remain forever unwell?” His retort was tinged with a feigned mix of bewilderment and mild irritation, pretending not yet realizing his error.

Li Xinru, her face now hidden behind her hands in embarrassment, managed to exclaim, “Doctor! My daughter is on the bed!” indicating the actual patient.

Amidst the escalating awkwardness, Liu Dongzi coughed, trying to navigate the delicate situation. “Doctor Zhang, the person you’re currently holding is my daughter-in-law, Li Xinru. Ling’er, the patient, is over there,” he gestured toward the bed, hoping to gently steer the well-intentioned but clearly confused doctor in the right direction.

Zhang Wei’s eye twitched as he peered down at Li Xinru, her silky hair cascading over his arm. “You’re not the patient?” he asked, one eye squinting in confusion.

“N-No!” Li Xinru’s voice was a mixture of embarrassment and urgency, her cheeks a vibrant shade of red, while Liu Cong’s patience teetered on the edge.

Zhang Wei, with a nod that seemed more like an afterthought, turned to Liu Cong, who was practically radiating fury. “Good man, take your wife back,” he suggested, nonchalantly tossing Li Xinru in his general direction.

“Ah!? No!”

Boom!

Li Xinru’s scream punctuated the air, a dramatic overture to the sight of Liu Cong grappling to catch his wife, resulting in a comical heap on the floor.

Turning his attention from the domestic pile-up, Zhang Wei finally noticed the actual patient lying on the bed. “You’re the patient?” he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty mixed with a newfound focus.

Liu Ling’er siting over the bed, looked almost ethereal, with her long flowing hair and large, expressive eyes that sparkled with a mix of intelligence and mischief. Adorned with delicate floral hairpieces that accentuated her youthful beauty, she exuded a serene grace that seemed out of place in a sickroom.

Her attire was modest yet somehow accentuated her mature figure, a soft pink hue that complemented her fair skin.

She sat there with a poise that was at odds with her condition, her hands folded gently in her lap, legs demurely crossed at the ankles.

The faint reddish hue of dusk filtering through the window gave her an almost celestial glow, casting a warm aura around her.

“…Mm,” Liu Ling’er managed, her efforts to suppress a smile failing as she witnessed the chaos.

The sight of her father buried under her mother, while humorous, was also a bit concerning.

Liu Dongzi, in the midst of the unfolding sitcom scene, quickly ushered everyone out of the room. “Doctor Zhang, I entrust Ling’er to your capable hands,” he declared, a mix of hope and resignation in his voice as he closed the door behind him, leaving Zhang Wei to work his medical magic—hopefully, with the correct patient this time.

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Perched on a tree branch just outside the window, Du Yun’er lay in wait, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wei with the intensity of a hawk. She was convinced he was up to no good, and she was determined to catch him in the act.

“Master must have warned him about me,” Du Yun’er murmured, a sense of betrayal seeping into her thoughts. It seemed to her that her own master held Zhang Wei in higher regard, a notion that stung with injustice.

Unbeknownst to her, it was all a grand mix-up. Zhang Wei had learned her name through his own methods, not from any betrayal by her master.

Caught in the tumult of her emotions, Du Yun’er continued her vigil, watching as Zhang Wei methodically laid out his silver needles. Her suspicions hovered in the air, heavy as the branches upon which she sat.

As Zhang Wei began his treatment, deftly inserting needles with practiced precision, Du Yun’er’s skepticism began to waver.

His movements were those of a seasoned practitioner, each motion deliberate, his focus unwavering.

“Could he truly be a doctor?” The question lingered in Du Yun’er’s mind, her earlier certainty now tinged with doubt.

She watched, entranced, as Zhang Wei’s skilled hands moved with a grace that seemed to dance on the edge of artistry.

As the realization dawned upon her that he was genuinely treating Liu Ling’er, Du Yun’er’s heart wavered. “Have I misunderstood him?” she pondered, the seed of guilt germinating amidst her previously unshakable resolve.

Indeed, before her very eyes, Zhang Wei had drawn out a sinister poison from Liu Ling’er’s leg.

The truth was crystal clear: Liu Ling’er had been poisoned, and Zhang Wei was her savior, not the villain Du Yun’er had painted him to be in her mind’s tumultuous canvas.

“Humph! You’ve dodged the arrow today! But commit just one misstep, and I’ll be the one to bring you down,” Du Yun’er muttered under her breath, a tinge of disappointment in her tone for not catching Zhang Wei in wrongdoing.

With those words lingering in the air like a promise, she vanished from her lookout post.

Only after her departure did Zhang Wei inside the room, cast a knowing glance at Liu Ling’er, who was experiencing a rush of sensations returning to her right leg.

With eyes as wide and wonder-filled as a fawn’s, Liu Ling’er blinked up at Zhang Wei. His lips curved into a smile, a mixture of pride and reassurance in his work. “The right leg is healed. We’ll tackle the left leg in a month,” he declared.

“A month? Huh, why?” The question came from a place of innocent curiosity. Zhang Wei’s unexpected gentleness had disarmed her, and any shields she had were now lowered.

“Why wait a month, Doctor?” she probed, seeking understanding.

Her inquiry was met with Zhang Wei’s smile, now broadening, and there was a spark in his eyes—an omnious twinkle that suggested that Liu Ling’er was not entirely out of the woods—

quite literally, considering the vigilant eyes that had just departed from the branch outside.