You Think She's Bad Luck? The Divine Physician Valley Master Spoils Her

[Historical Fantasy, Healing and Adorable Child, Mutual Redemption, The Whole Family's Regrets, Beloved by All, Face-Slapping Satisfaction]

The day Ruanruan was abandoned at the entrance to the Divine Healer Valley, snow was falling in great feathery flakes.

Her birth parents didn't even spare a glance for this "dull, unlucky money-loser." They took the fifty taels of silver they'd received and happily went off to buy meat buns for her little brother.

Everyone said the mute little girl wouldn't survive three days. The Valley Master was chronically ill, cruel and cold-hearted, and loathed the sound of children crying. The children brought to him before had all been so frightened they fled in the middle of the night.

When they first met, the Valley Master, his whole body radiating a murderous aura, looked down at her coldly. "Throw her out to the wolves."

Ruanruan neither cried nor fussed. She just dragged her frozen little feet over and gently laid her small hand on the Valley Master's spasming, aching knee.

At that moment, the bone-deep pain that had tormented him for ten years miraculously subsided.

Later...

The whole Divine Healer Valley discovered that this timid but gentle little girl was a truly blessed treasure!

The medicinal herbs she tended, though withered, bloomed overnight. Her quiet presence could even soothe the agitation of those whose cultivation had gone awry. The aloof Divine Healer Valley was completely warmed by her. The old man who swept the grounds, her cunning senior brother, and the master poison doctor all became fiercely protective of the little girl. Even the aloof and reclusive Valley Master turned into the ultimate doting father.

Until one day, her birth parents heard about the little treasure and shamelessly came to claim kinship. "Ruanruan, we're your real parents. Hurry up and give us a hundred taels of gold and some divine medicine to show your filial devotion!"

The aloof Valley Master, who had always kept himself apart from worldly affairs, strode over with his sword and kicked the scumbag father ten meters away. His voice was as cold as ice:

"You cast her aside like trash, while I treasure her like a jewel. What kind of mongrels are you to lay a hand on my precious"