These words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere; people immediately began to mutter curses against the Qian family.

"None of those people surnamed Qian are good!"

"To drive a young girl to this state at her master's funeral! Is this even human?"

"Exactly, where's your face?"

"Your face is already hidden in your crotch!"

"Hahaha!"

...

Seeing that things were going badly, Qian Xia led the three or four young men and ran away with their heads covered.

The young man at the bottom of the class was hit squarely on the back of the head by a smelly shoe thrown by someone.

He let out a wail, stumbled, and fell face-first into the mud.

After struggling to get up, it scrambled away and ran far away.

People burst into laughter again.

After the brief interlude at the funeral, Ding Youliang had someone read aloud some quotations for a while. He took out a draft that he had asked Li Wang to write, which summarized Jin Dachun's life. As he read it, the atmosphere became very solemn again, and suppressed sobs could be heard from the crowd from time to time.

Su Ruyi forced herself not to shed tears; she had to hold on and ensure that her master's funeral was conducted in a dignified manner.

After two strings of firecrackers, Su Ruyi poured white wine on the grave mound, and after the offerings were laid out, they were distributed to everyone to eat, thus concluding the entire funeral.

After Su Ruyi returned to the village, she placed her master's portrait in his room and hung it high on the wall.

After thinking it over, he felt it was inappropriate, so he took the portrait back to his room, locked the door, and immediately entered the space.

They placed their master's portrait in the main hall and then picked some peaches and oranges from the backyard as offerings.

After arranging the offerings, she realized something was wrong—the old man she had taken in was gone!

Looking around again, they immediately discovered that the treasure food box was wide open, and everything inside, except for the bowl of marrow-cleansing soup, had been eaten clean!

Did the old man... finish all the food and run away?

Su Ruyi immediately panicked. After searching around, she found the old man sitting upright in the study, looking through the medical book she had learned on her first day.

The old man's eyes shone brightly, as if he had discovered a rare treasure!

Hearing Su Ruyi come in, he hurriedly pointed to the bookshelves behind him: "Yanran, why can't I open any of these books?"

Su Ruyi looked at the book he was reading, which had been flipped through about a third of the pages.

She asked silently, "Can you understand it?"

"This book is exquisite! Every word is worth pondering carefully!" The old man stroked his beard. "Give me a month or so, and I will surely be able to master it! Yanran, look here, this prescription—I never thought these herbs could be used like this! Brilliant!"

She suddenly realized—the old man could also learn from this book, but he couldn't master it instantly!

So... the old man is a doctor?

A traditional Chinese medicine doctor?

An almost impossible possibility flashed into Su Ruyi's mind, but it vanished in an instant.

"Grandpa, can you remember the contents of the book? Didn't you forget even your own name?" Su Ruyi asked again.

"The name doesn't matter, don't disturb me while I'm reading!" The old man waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.

Su Ruyi had a sudden idea and snatched the book from his hand: "Grandpa, you can borrow my book to read, let's talk about something!"

Old man: "What is it? Give it back to me right now!"

Su Ruyi: "If you promise to do me a favor, I'll give it back to you!"

The old man said, "Alright, alright, I agree! Tell me quickly!"

Su Ruyi conspired with the old man, returned the book to him, and then went to the backyard and opened the gate.

Ding Xiuling remained lying against the wall like a mountain of flesh, unconscious.

She didn't die, but she certainly won't survive.

Su Ruyi didn't wake her up, but instead gave her a quick death—she twisted the golden needle behind her head and then added another needle to her heart.

Her heart meridian was instantly blocked, and Ding Xiuling died immediately.

As usual, Su Ruyi threw her body off the edge of the field.

The area of ​​farmland expanded a little more in an instant.

Su Ruyi hadn't tended to this field for a long time, and she discovered that if the crops weren't harvested, they would remain in their optimal ripe state.

Under the sunlight, the pale golden rice paddies swayed gently in the breeze, the various vegetables nearby were lush and green, and the fruit trees in the distance were almost bent over by their heavy fruit.

Su Ruyi, however, was not in the mood to appreciate this idyllic rural scene.

My master's revenge has not yet been taken.

However, this can be considered a way to put an end to a past matter.

She suppressed the surging emotions within her and began to study the medical books of the day and treat the patients in her clinic and those who needed acupuncture.

The Empress said that her headaches were occurring less frequently, and she even gave her a white jade bracelet from her wrist as a reward.

She then left the space to change Zhong Misu's dressing.

They arrived at the village entrance again, and boarded Xiao Fang's truck to give General Shen acupuncture.

"How is Brother Heping?" Su Ruyi asked after the treatment.

"That kid's lucky, he won't die! He just needs to recover for a while! Xiao Changzi is with him! Dr. Su, I thought about it later, and you're really too brave. You dared to ride a bicycle alone at night, carrying an unconscious patient!" Shen Guoliang sighed, "I've never seen a girl like you before!"

"Bicycles are quite inconvenient. Could you get me a Jiawa 250?" Su Ruyi smiled slyly.

"What? Where did you find out?" Shen Guoliang exclaimed in shock. "How come everyone is so well-informed? I've only managed to get 30 motorcycles! They're supposed to be for forming a mobile squad!"

The motorcycle incident was something Xiao Zhao inadvertently revealed to Su Ruyi that night when they were just trying to make conversation.

It's an improved version of the old Czech Java 250 model, a truly rare find.

If she had had a motorcycle last night, she wouldn't have had to pedal for two hours straight, and her thigh muscles are still sore.

"Is there really only 30?" Su Ruyi asked with a grin.

Shen Guoliang scratched his head: "Uh..."

Before leaving, Su Ruyi rode away on a roaring motorcycle, and Shen Guoliang promised that she could come over to refuel anytime.

But Su Ruyi didn't make a fuss. She put the motorcycle into her spatial storage not far from the village and replaced it with the bicycle that Su Tong had bought for her.

There's no need to let anyone know about owning a motorcycle.

That night, after dark, Su Ruyi went straight to Ding Xiuping's shack by the Dading River.

Unexpectedly, they could hear people talking inside from afar.

Su Ruyi, who was hiding behind a tree, heard Su Qiaoqiao's voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Two hundred yuan, not a penny less! Otherwise, I'll tell everyone!"

"What exactly are you yelling about?!" This was Ding Xiuping's voice, full of helplessness. "We're in this together now!"

"I don't care, you have to give me the money! Otherwise, I'll tell the police you're threatening me and talking nonsense!"

Su Qiaoqiao looked at Ding Xiuping defiantly and said arrogantly.