Chapter 1643 - 299_2

The three of them simultaneously looked at Zhao Yi's movements, unsure of what to say. Mainly, Zhao Yi's appearance was too good, not like he was being a rogue, and his pulse-checking action was very professional.

Retracting his hand, Zhao Yi walked to the counter of the small shop and took a box of needles from there.

Zhao Yi didn't have his silver needles on him, but these ordinary needles would suffice. He opened them, took out three, and rubbed them between his fingers while a faint glow emanated from the heated needle tips.

"Are you going to..."

Cui Guiying stepped forward, not directly stopping him, but her face showed unease.

Li Weihan held his wife's hand, pulling her back, then stepped forward himself and asked Zhao Yi:

"Young man, do you know how to diagnose illnesses?"

"My surname is Li... cough, don't worry, I'm a friend of Xiao Yuan..."

Aunt Zhang: "Aren't you in acrobatics..."

Zhao Yi: "I've roamed from the south to the north, know some Jianghu tricks."

Without waiting any longer, Zhao Yi directly administered the needles.

After the continuous insertion of three needles, Zhao Yi flicked his fingers against them with artistic flair.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

Three mosquito-like sounds.

Yingzi opened her eyes, turned to the side, and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

Soon after, she began to breathe heavily, her gaze scanning around in confusion—she was truly awake now.

Li Weihan, Cui Guiying, including Aunt Zhang, all leaned in to joyfully check on her.

"It's not epilepsy; it's excessive worry, stagnant fire. Coupled with the recent hot weather, well... let's call it a sudden rush of heat.

Find a well over thirty years old, scrape moss off the well walls, block her nostrils for an hour every morning, afternoon, and evening; then get some duck blood, pig blood... preferably chicken blood. If she can't eat it cold, fry some tofu with it—one large bowl a day, eat it all."

As Cui Guiying took notes, she asked: "Will this cure her?"

Zhao Yi: "It may worsen her condition, but she'll be quite energetic these days, with more vitality. She needs to take the college entrance exam; around the summer after the exams, she'll fall seriously ill, lying in bed for a month. She's young with a good constitution; no major issue, she can recuperate."

Cui Guiying looked surprised at Li Weihan—this "blood remedy" would worsen the illness?

Yingzi resolutely said: "I have to take the college entrance exam, I want to take the test."

Although health is the capital of revolution, for Yingzi, if she doesn't succeed on her college entrance exam, her life will be forever stuck in the village.

Cui Guiying and Li Weihan helped Yingzi up, checking her condition and asking if she felt unwell anywhere.

Once things were settled, they intended to thank Zhao Yi and invite him home for a meal, but found he had already disappeared.

On the counter of Aunt Zhang's small shop, there was still an opened box of needles, with the money for the needles pressed underneath.

Biting a piece of willow twig in his mouth, Zhao Yi walked slowly along the edge of the field, hands behind his head.

The Li family have ingenious minds, but his older cousin has fallen ill from exam anxiety. Still, they're blood relatives, but the gap is like Heaven and Earth.

However, thinking about it, it's normal. The lineage of blood is unpredictable before birth, but once a child is born, you can see the clues, like Beng Beng whom he's going to visit at Big Beard's house.

That child makes Zhao Yi envious; if it weren't for the child's intimidating godfather, Zhao Yi would want to be the godfather himself.

Upon reaching Big Beard's house, Zhao Yi stopped.

He came here wanting to visit Old Tian, without any other intention.

The problem is, the Peach Forest is right there; given his current situation, going directly would surely be misunderstood as deliberate.

The right thing to do is to ask the Li family to go and convey a message first, seek some goodwill, feel out their attitude, then go himself.

The main reason Zhao Yi insisted on returning to Nantong was because of this Peach Forest there.

To resolve the problem of the face that appeared on his body, naturally he should seek advice from an elder with countless faces on theirs.

"Forget it, forget it, better to go back and ask the Li family first; if I go now, might end up dangling and getting beaten."

Zhao Yi abruptly turned around smoothly, and just as he was about to stride back, his steps slowed, the air of casualness and decisiveness disappeared, replaced by the graceful and quiet demeanor of an ancient scholar wandering the countryside.

Lin Shuyou wasn't here, so this time, it was truly Su Luo taking the lead.

Compared to sitting in the driver's seat of a truck, Su Luo clearly preferred the current scene.

The buildings on the second floor increased, the roads widened and hardened much more, but these fields, this small bridge over flowing water, were truly endearing.

Only, no mountain was visible in the surroundings.

"Just wondering, which plain water village is this."

Soon, Su Luo's gaze was drawn to the beauty of the peach blossoms ahead.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Peach Forest changes with the seasons and has long passed the flowering season, but those with mastery can break through this illusion and behold the eternally blooming peach blossoms.

Su Luo now using Zhao Yi's body certainly could see them, and with one glance, couldn't help but step inside.

Xiao Yingying went to procure goods today; Old Tian sat in the shaded area of the dam, eating melon.

He ate one piece, and Beng Beng in the crib beside him ate one piece.

The melon had the wrong variety, wasn't sweet, but both the old and the young ate it happily.

Old Tian held a woven fan in his other hand, fanning the child.

When taking care of Beng Beng, Old Tian often recalled his young master as a child.

The young master loved eating melon back then too, but was so frail that many things couldn't be eaten carelessly, making digestion difficult. The melon had to be chopped, boiled, with rock sugar added, then spoon-fed to the young master, one small bite at a time.