Chapter 161 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze (CP: Ye Dingzhi 10)

To question Yi Mei's medical skills in front of her is like questioning his poison in front of him while he's warming a pot of wine.

Those who dared to question his toxicity back then have all personally experienced its effects.

It was Baili Dongjun who questioned Li Yimei. If that person were a complete stranger, his fate would have been even worse than it is now.

Two hours later—

When Sikong Changfeng woke up, the first thing he saw was Baili Dongjun with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you get into a fight?" Sikong Changfeng propped himself up and sat up.

Before he went to sleep, Baili Dongjun was clean and fair-skinned. How come he was beaten up like this when he woke up?

That shouldn't be the case. With Wenhujiu, Ye Dingzhi, and Li Yimei around, no one would dare to hit Baili Dongjun.

"What fight? I was just getting beaten up!"

Baili Dongjun rolled an egg around in front of his eyes, his head drooping like a wilted eggplant.

Sikong Changfeng continued, "Who hit you? Didn't Sister Mei bring any medicine?"

Originally, Sikong Changfeng called Li Xiao Shenyi (Little Divine Doctor), but Li Yimei told him to call him that like Baili Dongjun, so he changed his address.

“Of course I brought medicine, but I didn’t want to give it to him.” Li Yimei pushed open the door and entered the room carrying a bowl of medicine, just in time to hear Sikong Changfeng’s question, and replied.

“He dared to question my medical skills to my face. Let him hang around with that face for a couple of days and teach him a lesson.” Li Yimei handed the medicine bowl to Sikong Changfeng. “Here, drink it.”

Sikong Changfeng glanced at Baili Dongjun, but ultimately said nothing and swallowed the medicine in his hand.

Baili Dongjun is his friend, but Li Yimei is his savior. It's not good to speak up for either of them, so he should just keep quiet.

"Sister Mei, how long will it take for Changfeng's injury to heal?" Baili Dongjun asked with concern.

"Three days of acupuncture and seven days of medicine, and the meridians can be completely repaired," Li Yimei replied, sitting on the windowsill and watching the people coming and going on the street.

"You still need acupuncture for two more days?" Baili Dongjun leaned closer to Sikong Changfeng. "Does it hurt during the acupuncture?"

"It hurts a lot." Sikong Changfeng recalled the pain with a heavy heart. "It was a pain that came from the bones. I wanted to faint, but I stayed awake and couldn't fall into a coma."

"I gave you two choices, and you chose the fastest way to heal. But a quick heal comes at a price, and it's too late to back out now."

Li Yimei shrugged, looking utterly innocent.

She said from the beginning that it was very painful and advised me to choose a gentle, nourishing method, but Sikong Changfeng chose a quick cure himself.

"I don't regret it." Sikong Changfeng was quite optimistic. Since he had chosen this path, he would persevere no matter how painful it was. Who would want to die if they could live?

Baili Dongjun moved slowly to Li Yimei's side. "Sister Mei, do I really have to stare at this facial injury for two whole days?"

Li Yimei smiled 'kindly', "If you're not happy, three, four, or five days is fine too."

"Then let's make it two days." Baili Dongjun quickly retreated to Sikong Changfeng's side.

"Today should be the last time Sikong Changfeng receives acupuncture, right?" Ye Dingzhi said, placing a white piece on the chessboard.

“Yes,” Li Yimei replied thoughtfully, looking at the chessboard.

"Then let's leave Chaisang City tomorrow."

Ye Dingzhi felt somewhat helpless as he watched Li Yimei hesitate, holding a chess piece.

Over the years, he was tormented into becoming a chess master by Uncle Li and Li Yimei, two terrible chess players, but their chess skills did not improve at all.

After hesitating for a while, Li Yimei put down her chess piece and won the game that was about to be played out.