The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 429: Unrest within the Gang

Lin Ruoxue looked a little haggard, and her lively eyes were now filled with deep heaviness and confusion, as if shrouded in a thick fog, losing their former brilliance. She was wearing a plain outfit that fitted her graceful figure, but due to the days of running around and her inner torment, the corners of her clothes were slightly wrinkled, no longer as neat and tidy. She walked on the Mo Gang's trail with a slightly heavy step, and every step seemed to carry a heavy burden. Her tightly pursed lips and slightly furrowed brows revealed her inner worries and helplessness.

Lin Ruoxue slowly stepped into the door of the Mo Gang. As soon as she appeared, she felt the strange atmosphere in the gang. The eyes of the familiar brothers looking at her were no longer the pure trust and closeness as before, but mixed with various complex emotions - doubt, worry, and even a little alienation.

Before she could return to her residence, she heard a fierce quarrel in the corridor next to the martial arts training ground. The quarrel was like surging waves, one after another, impacting her already fragile heart.

"Hmph, don't forget, we still don't know where Gang Leader Lin Ruoxue comes from! If she is really a Khitan, our Mo Gang will be in danger!" A slightly sharp voice came, and Lin Ruoxue recognized that it was a confidant of Li Tangzhu. This man was thin, with a pointed face and a pair of green bean-sized eyes that rolled around, revealing a cunning. At this moment, he was standing in the middle of a group of gang members with his hands folded across his chest, with a self-righteous look on his face.

"What you said is not right!" The young gang member blushed and retorted loudly like an enraged rooster, "The contributions that Gang Leader Ruoxue has made to our Mo Gang over the years are obvious to all! Whenever there is danger, she is the first to rush to the front? Just because of her uncertain background, are you going to slander her like this?" He waved his arms as he spoke, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

The young gang member was in his early twenties, with a green face but full of vigor and enthusiasm. He was agile, like a nimble cheetah, wearing a brand new Mo Gang uniform. The black fabric shone slightly in the sun, as if showing his fiery loyalty to the Mo Gang. His eyes were filled with longing for the martial arts world and respect for the seniors in the gang. At this moment, he was following Uncle Zhao closely, listening to the discussions in the gang about Lin Ruoxue's life experience. He looked indignant, and his clenched fists seemed ready to stand up for Lin Ruoxue at any time.

"We are not slandering you!" The confidant was not to be outdone. He stiffened his neck and raised his voice, "This is for the long-term consideration of the Mo Gang! The Khitans have always been at odds with our Central Plains martial arts world. If she really has any collusion with the Khitans, our Mo Gang will be doomed!" There was a trace of panic in his eyes, as if he had already seen the terrible scene of the Mo Gang falling into despair.

"You are talking nonsense!" The young gang member clenched his fists in anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Don't we know what kind of person Gang Leader Ruoxue is? She treats the Mo Gang as her own home, and us brothers as her relatives. How could she do anything to let down the Mo Gang!" He stared at the confidant with his eyes wide open, wishing he could go up and punch him twice.

Just as the two sides were arguing, Uncle Zhao strode over. He frowned, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure, and scolded: "Stop arguing! What are you doing! In this Mo Gang, we are all brothers. Why can't we talk it out? Why do we have to argue until our faces turn red and our necks thick?" His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the corridor, making everyone's ears buzz.

Uncle Zhao is a veteran of the Mo Gang. He is over sixty years old, and his hair has long been gray, like a ball of winter frost and snow, but it is still neatly combed. He is of burly build, and although the years have left traces on him, his broad shoulders and strong chest still give people a sense of calmness and reliability. His face is full of wrinkles due to the vicissitudes of life, and each line is like a story engraved by the years, deep and vicissitudes. On weekdays, he always wears a dark blue robe. Although the edge of the robe is a little worn, it is washed clean. He wears a black belt around his waist, and an ancient badge of the Mo Gang is hung on the belt, which is a testimony to his decades of service to the gang. At this moment, his eyes are full of concern and worry, and he casts his eyes on Lin Ruoxue from time to time, as if telling of his trust and support for Lin Ruoxue.

When everyone saw Uncle Zhao coming, they temporarily shut up, but their eyes still showed dissatisfaction. The confidant curled his lips and muttered softly: "Humph, Uncle Zhao is biased towards Lin Ruoxue, and he doesn't even look at the current situation."

Uncle Zhao looked at the people on both sides, then cast his eyes on Lin Ruoxue, with a trace of concern and worry in his eyes. He walked forward and said softly to Lin Ruoxue: "Sister Ruoxue, don't take it to heart. These people just heard some rumors and started to speculate. Don't worry, uncle believes in you. No matter what your background is, your loyalty to the Mo Gang is clearly seen by uncle." As he spoke, he gently patted Lin Ruoxue's shoulder, and his broad palm conveyed a warm power.

Lin Ruoxue looked at Uncle Zhao with gratitude, nodded slightly, and said: "Uncle Zhao, thank you. I know that everyone is doing this for the good of the Mo Gang, but the mystery of my life experience is now a hot topic, and I don’t want to cause so many disputes in the gang because of my personal affairs." Her voice was a little hoarse, revealing endless fatigue and helplessness.