New book "Transmigrated into the Villain's Little Darling" is out!
The cute and invincible Tang Xiaonan transmigrated into the foolish supporting female character of a period dram...
It was getting dark. Now that they had recognized each other, Ye Mingcheng didn't linger and prepared to go down the mountain. He didn't have much luggage, just a few changes of clothes, some books, medicine, and equipment.
There were quite a lot of medicinal herbs and books. Tie Dan carried two large sacks, one in each hand, with ease. Although Ya Dan was young, she was not to be outdone and carried Ye Mingcheng's other luggage, her strength no less than that of her brother Tie Dan.
Before leaving, Ye Mingcheng pulled Wuchen aside, bowed three times outside the temple gate, and then they went down the mountain together. However, Ye Mingcheng seemed to be preoccupied.
Lu Mo comforted him, "After we return to Pingjiang, we will send some money to the abbot every month. There will be no problem with three meals a day."
Ye Mingcheng's eyes lit up, and his worried brows relaxed a little. What he was worried about was the abbot and the fire-tender. When he was around, they could treat the sick and exchange their food for rice. But once he left, the abbot and the fire-tender would go hungry again.
Lu Mo's words make sense. Once he returns to Pingjiang, his medical skills should be enough to earn money to support the abbot and the cook.
When Tie Dan's mother saw Ye Mingcheng and Wu Chen come down the mountain, she was very surprised and quietly pulled Ya Dan aside to ask what was going on.
Upon learning that Ye Mingcheng was actually Ye Qingqing's father, who had been missing for over a decade, Tie Dan's mother kept chanting Amitabha Buddha's name.
"Good deeds are rewarded, Amitabha..."
Tie Dan's father and brothers were not home, so several rooms were available, enough to accommodate Ye Mingcheng and Wuchen. Tie Dan's mother only prepared one room, thinking that Ye Mingcheng and Wuchen could stay together.
"Please clean up another room."
Although Ye Mingcheng was embarrassed, he persisted.
Tie Dan's mother didn't think much of it, assuming that cultured people were more particular, so she prepared another room for Wu Chen to live in alone.
Dinner was still plentiful. After dinner, Ye Mingcheng heard Lu Mo say that he needed to take blood from his heart to treat Ye Qingqing's eyes, and without saying a word, he asked Lu Mo to take the blood.
Following Pipi's instructions, Lu Mo took three drops of heart's blood, mixed it with spiritual spring water, added some medicinal herbs that Pipi had gathered, stirred it into a paste, and applied it to Ye Qingqing's eyes with gauze.
“Apply it for ten consecutive days,” Pipi said.
"Will it be better in ten days?" Ye Qingqing couldn't help but ask.
Pipi scoffed, "It's not that fast. The medicine for Yinzhi is extremely toxic. How could it be cured just from applying the medicine? It will take at least two months to fully recover."
Ye Qingqing was somewhat disappointed. If Lu Mo delayed for another two months, would it affect his future?
Pipi noticed Ye Qingqing's concerns and wanted to say something, but she didn't.
Lu Mo comforted him, "You can still catch up with the college entrance exam in two months, don't worry too much."
Ye Qingqing glanced at him with concern; she wasn't just worried about the college entrance exam!
The spring water was icy and cool, and the herbs that Pipi picked were also very cool. Applying them to the eyes felt refreshing and very comfortable.
With hope for her eyesight to recover, Ye Qingqing was still somewhat worried, but in a good mood. She slept soundly through the night until dawn, when she was awakened by a child's innocent shouts.
"Drink, drink, drink..."
It sounded like someone was boxing, and it was that unlucky kid Wuchen. His voice was soft and sweet, but full of momentum, which sounded quite interesting.
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but get out of bed and go to the yard, her voice becoming clearer.
"Drink, drink, drink..."
Wuchen practiced his boxing in the courtyard. Although he was small and thin, his boxing was swift, powerful, and his small fists brought a gust of wind wherever they struck.
Lu Mo had been watching for a while and was getting more and more surprised. This little guy was actually a kung fu master?