"But will Liu Qingshan co after if I do this?"
"Co after you? What am I and that brother Xiong Er here for?"
Li Yanling sized up Liu Zheng, finding him skinny and not built for fighting.
"Do you have what it takes, twig? I’ve seen your noodle back, but I doubt you can fight."
"Not have what it takes? What joke are you making? I learned a few tricks back in the day, and I trained with this guy who knew internal arts. What you felt just now was internal strength."
After saying that, Liu Zheng suddenly slapped the table hard, then pointed at it and said, "Co on, look. What’s this?"
Li Yanling went over, took a look, and covered her mouth in shock.
Then she said, "Liu Zheng, you’re amazing!"
Originally, the table had no cracks, but after Liu Zheng’s slap, a fissure had appeared.
"All right, I believe you now."
"You, just keep Liu Qingshan busy. I heard you talking about Liu Qingshan’s glorious accomplishnts, and if that idiot can succeed, why can’t I? You made think. Since I can make dicine and know so much about Chinese herbs, why not grow my own? I can sell the herbs or even open a pharmaceutical factory later on.
In the future, once I make it, you can just follow , right?"
Li Yanling looked at Liu Zheng incredulously. She hadn’t expected him to have such an epiphany, but her face fell, and she said softly, "I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t wait that long. It takes years for others to build up their business. By then, I’ll be old, and my child’s illness could be delayed."
Hearing this, Liu Zheng felt deeply that the woman in front of him had a tough life.
In fact, it was Li Yanling’s mother who took care of the child every day, leaving Li Yanling with no ti to see her child.
Liu Zheng thought, as a doctor, why couldn’t he take a look at Li Yanling’s child’s condition?
"Yanling, what exactly is wrong with your child? Is it an incurable disease?"
"Not exactly, it’s a strange illness. Anyway, he gets convulsions, and it seems like epilepsy. He needs to be on dication continuously, which is very costly."
Having heard this, Liu Zheng smiled and said, "Let go with you to take a look. If it really is epilepsy, I have a miracle dicine here that might completely cure your child’s illness."
"Really? It’s just, you’re so young. We’ve seen old Chinese dicine practitioners, and they all said there was nothing they could do."
Liu Zheng shook his head and said, "Those are all charlatans. Real Chinese dicine practitioners are recluses in the mountains. Soone like —let tell you, my master is Master Panlong, known as a hermit expert. Many difficult and varied diseases are no challenge for him.
Of course, I’m not boasting. Several patients were cured by when my master was unwell, so he had take over. I have a good mory and learned all his techniques and dicinal recipes. Almost everything he knows, I know too."
After finishing, Liu Zheng got dressed and took out a book from a package in the wardrobe, then held it up and said, "Take a look. My master gave this to . It contains secret recipes. The cure for your child’s condition is recorded here."
"Still, thank you, Liu Zheng. I really can’t let him try just anything. The ds are working fine."
Liu Zheng furrowed his brows and said, "You still don’t trust . How about this: I’ll take a look, and with just one needle, I can almost guarantee he won’t have an episode for a year. If he does have one..."
"What if he has an episode?"
Li Yanling pressed on.
"Take out your phone and record . If he has an episode, I’ll give you 50,000 yuan, and I’ll cover all the child’s dical expenses from now on!"
"There’s no need, Liu Zheng. Why do you have to? It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just can’t handle any more setbacks."
Liu Zheng disregarded Li Yanling and in the end forcibly recorded on Li Yanling’s phone.
"It’s recorded. We’ll go by this."
At this mont, Li Yanling’s phone rang; it was her mother on the call, telling her that her child missed her and wanted to see her.
The village was quiet now, and after glancing at the sky and noting the rain had stopped, Li Yanling said, "I should go, my child misses . Let’s call it a day; I’ll co to see you again another ti."
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Yanling’s face instantly turned red.
"Of course, if there’s nothing else, I’ll co and see your kid," Liu Zheng replied.
Li Yanling nodded, then said, "Let’s go, take back ho."
Li Yanling got dressed, and then had Liu Zheng escort her ho.
Since he hadn’t brought his dical tools this ti, Liu Zheng didn’t treat his child’s illness, just took the pulse and got a general understanding of the body’s condition before leaving.
Back at ho, Liu Zheng began researching dical texts. He realized that he had indeed seen this disease before and thought it might actually be curable.
While he was intently reading the materials, the door suddenly sounded.
Liu Zheng checked the ti; it was already ten o’clock at night. Who could it be, an ergency?
He rushed to open the door.
But upon opening the door, Liu Zheng panicked. The person wasn’t a stranger; it was the woman who had made him surrender quickly during his intense encounter with Li Yanling—Yang Jing.
At that mont, Yang Jing appeared very distressed, and her eyes seed to reveal a twinge of pain.
"What’s wrong, ma’am? What happened?" he asked.
Yang Jing clutched her chest and said, "I don’t know why, but it suddenly started to hurt, really hurts, and my legs are aching too."
"Legs hurting? Back hurting?! I know! Co in, quickly."
Yet, Yang Jing moved slowly, unsure how she even made it there.
Liu Zheng quickly went to support her, and suddenly his hand brushed Yang Jing’s. At that mont, they looked at each other.
But this ti, Liu Zheng was not composed because Yang Jing’s hands didn’t feel like those of a rural woman; they weren’t rough but felt extrely delicate, as if he were touching a piece of Hetian jade.
Then he saw Yang Jing’s watery, large eyes, which instantly took him back to his days with his senior sister back in college.
He almost called out "Senior Sister."
"Take it slow; this illness of yours is chronic, not easy to handle."
"What? That won’t do," she responded.
"Don’t talk for now, lie down on the dical bed, and I’ll examine you," he instructed.
Yang Jing didn’t say anything, just grabbed Liu Zheng’s hand and began to move forward, finally entering the room.
Once Yang Jing sat down, the pain seed to attack again—she clutched her waist and cried out, "It hurts, doctor, can you help up?"
Liu Zheng imdiately rushed over, instinctively lifting Yang Jing’s slender legs slowly upwards.
Yang Jing had co from her ho wearing only a nightgown, and although she had pants on underneath, he could feel the smoothness of her legs.
However, as he lifted her legs, Yang Jing’s pants slipped down, causing Liu Zheng to lose his composure once again.
"Damn, Chris!"
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