"Brother Wen, I'm leaving now!"

The child, with a hopeful smile on his face, waved goodbye to Feng Bingwen, who also waved back with a smile.

"Walk!"

Feng Lingjun, who was exchanging routine greetings with fellow villagers, grabbed his hand and led him into the flow of people entering Qingshan County.

After entering the city, the old man, as he had said, first took Feng Bingwen to the county middle school. Although the county middle school was dilapidated, its tall gate tower and spacious, bright lecture halls exuded an air of grandeur that seemed out of place in this small county town.

"Isn't this place nice?"

The old man had a reserved smile on his face. In his early years, he had participated in the imperial examinations, visited the prefectural city, and traveled to the surrounding counties. Apart from the academy in the prefecture, he had never seen a school as grand as the one in Qingshan County.

"Wow, it's huge!"

Feng Bingwen was genuinely amazed this time. When the old man pulled him this way, he never expected that this group of buildings would be a school. He thought it was the mansion of a wealthy family in the county.

"This used to be the mansion of a wealthy family, but after a disaster, it fell into disrepair and decline. The county magistrate at the time then set it up as a school."

"I see!"

Feng Bingwen nodded, but listening to the old man's words, he always felt something was wrong. It was obvious that something was being hidden. What kind of disaster could make the government designate the disposal of a wealthy family's property?

If it's just a matter of a family falling on hard times, then even if a wealthy family sells off their assets, they are unlikely to end up in the hands of the government, unless they have committed some heinous crime and their assets are confiscated.

But then another problem arises. Looking at the size of this mansion, it must be at least several dozen acres. Such a large plot of land was used for teaching. How much courage must the county magistrate have had to do that?

This is city territory, unlike the desolate wilderness outside the city. Allocating it to the school means the government will lose a significant amount of revenue.

But he remembered that most of the schools in his dreams were built on... well, never mind, thinking about it won't help.

"You'll have to come here for classes quite often from now on!"

"good."

Feng Bingwen naturally had no objection. For a farmer's son like him, studying was the only chance to get ahead; without studying, he could only toil in the fields for a living.

"Don't rush home yet, let me take you to see an old gentleman."

After visiting the school, Feng Lingjun didn't take Feng Bingwen home. Instead, he pulled him into another old street. Although it was more dilapidated and there weren't even any stone slabs on the ground, it was more bustling and lively, with a stronger sense of everyday life.

The food stalls lining both sides of the street made Feng Bingwen's mouth water uncontrollably. Even just a few skewers of candied hawthorn made him drool. However, his old man didn't stop to satisfy his cravings. Instead, he led him into a clinic.

"Mr. Feng!"

As soon as the old man stepped into the clinic, the apprentice who was already guarding the door greeted him warmly. In this small county town, Feng Lingjun, who had the title of Xiucai (a scholar who passed the imperial examinations), was a well-known figure.

"I'm looking for Doctor Qin!"

Feng Lingjun responded, then looked at the old man in the clinic who was taking someone's pulse.

"Please wait a moment!"

"Um!"

Feng Lingjun readily agreed, and pulled the bewildered Feng Bingwen to a spot to sit and wait.

"Grandpa, what are we doing here?"

Feng Bingwen has never been one to keep problems bottled up inside.

"Please have that gentleman take your pulse!"

Feng Lingjun pointed to the doctor who was speaking gently to an old woman. Although his white beard reached his chest, he was vigorous and had a ruddy complexion. It was clear that he was a skilled doctor who knew how to maintain his health.

"I'm not sick!"

Feng Bingwen felt helpless. He knew his body was very strong, but the old man next to him didn't think so. He had finally made it to the city and dragged him here to find a doctor.

"It's alright, let the doctor take your pulse."

Not long after, Mr. Qin finished his consultation, and the man, with a hint of joy on his face, took the prescription and went to get the medicine.

"It's been a while since I've seen you, Brother Qin, you're getting better and better!"

Feng Lingjun pulled Feng Bingwen toward the consultation table, his tone quite familiar.

"Haha, it's Mr. Feng who is right."

The old doctor surnamed Qin immediately smiled, and his gaze naturally fell from the old scholar of the county school to the rather robust Feng Bingwen standing to the side.

"This is?"

“This is my grandson. I mentioned him to you before. I brought him here today so that you could take a look at his pulse.”

"The little guy looks quite robust!"

Doctor Qin glanced at Feng Bingwen and nodded in approval.

"Come on, put your hand here!"

Feng Bingwen obediently placed his hand on the pulse pillow, and the old doctor took his pulse with a smile. But after only two or three breaths, the old doctor's brows furrowed, which made the old man behind him look nervous.

"Brother Qin, what's wrong with my grandson?"

"Mr. Feng, don't be nervous. Your grandson is fine. He's very good, or rather, he's excellent."

Upon hearing the question, Doctor Qin's brows relaxed, realizing that he hadn't managed his expression well, and he quickly explained.

"Very good?"

Feng Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, but was still somewhat puzzled.

"Wait a minute, let me take another look!"

The old doctor took Feng Bingwen's pulse for a while, then asked him to open his mouth, examined his tongue, and finally pressed all over Feng Bingwen's chest and abdomen, making him very uncomfortable and unhappy.

"Mr. Feng, you've raised your grandson so well!"

After finishing his diagnosis, Mr. Qin sat back in his original seat, his face full of admiration.

"What do you mean?"

"Your grandson is strong and healthy, with good blood circulation and no health problems at all. He's in such good condition that he's almost too good."

"Too good?"

Although it was a compliment, Feng Lingjun was somewhat confused.

“Your grandson has a strong pulse, which is not what one should have at his age. He is no less than some strong young men.”

"How is that possible?"

The old man's thick eyebrows furrowed immediately, and he became somewhat uneasy. He had watched this grandson grow up and knew his background inside and out; this was clearly not normal.

"It's somewhat mysterious, but not impossible."

The old doctor stroked his beard; although he was amazed, he didn't find it too outrageous.

"My grandson was frightened when he went to play behind the village six months ago!"

The old man explained.

"Scared? Impossible!"

Doctor Qin shook his head, firmly rejecting the idea, his tone very certain.

"With your grandson's physique, even wandering ghosts would avoid him. How could you possibly scare him?"

"Why would I lie to you? Besides, my grandson didn't have that physique back then."

"so?"

Doctor Qin frowned, and after listening to Feng Bingwen examine him for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Did your grandson eat something?"