Such people are extraordinary!

Therefore, ordinary villagers treated Mu Xingzhi with great courtesy, though not reverence. They would always address him as "Mr. Mu" when they met him, and naturally would not allow the younger generations in their families to make fun of Mu Xingzhi's disability.

Even words like "sick" and "lame" were taboo in front of Mu Xingzhi, for fear of hurting Mu Xingzhi's reputation.

So when she heard Su Qingluan teasing Mu Xingzhi like this, Yang rushed out and patted Su Qingluan on the back, which was rare. "You silly girl, how can you talk to Mr. Mu like that?" Then she quickly turned around and apologized, "Oh, Mr. Mu, I'm so sorry, my girl has a bad mouth..."

As he said this, he patted Su Qingluan again and urged her in a low voice to apologize quickly.

Yang was probably really frightened and for a moment, she lost control of her strength. Su Qingluan felt as if she had been struck by a powerful Vajra Palm, as if all her internal organs had shifted, and she almost vomited blood.

Before Su Qingluan could condemn Yang's powerful palm strike with her eyes, Mu Xingzhi spoke up, "Don't be upset, Madam Su. Qingluan and I are just ordinary friends. This kind of joke is harmless. Besides..." He glanced down at Su Qingluan's legs, "She has an injury on her foot. She can't withstand the 'power' of your palm strike."

Hearing that Su Qingluan was injured, Yang no longer cared about her daughter's reckless words, and also put aside the surprise of hearing Mu Xingzhi calling her daughter's name just now. She hurriedly asked: "Where are you injured, little girl? Let me see..."

"Mom!" Su Qingluan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I just twisted my ankle when I rushed back. It's just a little bit of exercise and it will be fine in a few days!"

Of course, the excuse of twisting her ankle was just a random one. She couldn't let Yang see her knees here, could she?

Su Qingluan knew without even looking that her knees were probably bruised.

She spoke out to stop them, partly to avoid worrying her family, but more importantly, she really couldn't expose her knees in public in front of Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo, two "outside men".

Although Su Qingluan herself didn't care - after all, she wore knee-length shorts and skirts in the summer in her previous life - she couldn't ignore the opinions of the people around her.

She can have a quirky personality occasionally, but she cannot be treated as an incredible lunatic.

After finally consoling Yang, Su Qingluan looked at Su Guangfu, who was serving tea, and said, "Father, Mother, I have some questions I'd like to ask you in private... Mr. Mu, is that okay?"

The last three words were asked to Mu Xingzhi, so a moment later, only Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi were left in the corner of this small farmyard.

Seeing that everyone else had left, Su Qingluan quickly and servilely poured a cup of tea for Mu Xingzhi: "Wait here for a while, I made some snacks, and I just need to make the last step. You can try them while they're still hot."

Mu Xingzhi took the tea from Su Qingluan and said with a half-smile, "Qingluan is so attentive, is there something you want?"

"He who knows me is the one who practices what I preach." Su Qingluan said, and saw Mu Xingzhi take a sip of tea, then hurried forward to take the teacup.

However, Mu Xingzhi gently waved his hand and blocked her action: "You have injuries on your knees, so don't move so hastily, it will not be conducive to the recovery of the injuries."

Su Qingluan exclaimed, "I thought you were just making this up to save me from my mother's 'Bone-Splitting Hand'! I didn't expect you actually know a bit about medicine!"

Mu Xingzhi laughed and said, "It's just the saying 'long illness makes a doctor'. Also, the name 'Bone-Splitting Hand' is very interesting, but is there really such a skill?"

Su Qingluan was completely clueless about martial arts techniques. She could only vaguely say she'd seen a wandering knight use a particular move in a story, but she wasn't sure if it was true or not. Mu Xingzhi nodded, but remained noncommittal.

Then, he lowered his head to look at Su Qingluan's legs again, restrained his smile, and said softly, "I'll write a prescription later, and you can go to a pharmacy to get the medicine."

Su Qingluan's facial features wrinkled up immediately after hearing this: "Ah? You want to prescribe me some medicine?"

In her previous life, she had tried all sorts of remedies, both local and foreign, and even bizarre and metaphysical, just to survive. Chinese herbal soups were no problem.

Regardless of the effectiveness of the decoction, the sour and refreshing taste of the decoction was something Su Qingluan would never forget.

So unforgettable that I never want to drink it again.