Chapter 170: Did they detect a pregnancy in Qin Haifeng?

Lin Baozhu silently put the book back into her bag, looked up at Old Yan, and said in a serious tone, "Red Armbands would do anything for a single prescription... This shows how dangerous this is. I was originally thinking of using the prescription to make some perfumes and balms to supplement our household income, but now it seems... that won't work."

Old Master Yan shook his head and said, "There are thousands of prescriptions in 'The Beauty Formula for a Thousand Pieces of Gold'! Those red-armbanded people have no idea what's written in it! You just need to be careful and pick a few inconspicuous prescriptions to use, what can they do to you?"

As he spoke, he glanced out the window: "Your Uncle Zhang is guarding outside, so it's safe for now. Today, I'll first teach you the systematic pulse diagnosis and basic pulse characteristics..."

As soon as Lin Baozhu and Qin Haifeng entered the house, Zhang Wenzhuo tacitly went outside to keep watch, in case someone suddenly broke in and caused trouble for the two of them.

"Come on, you take this kid's pulse first, practice your skills," Old Yan gestured to Qin Haifeng.

Lin Baozhu followed instructions and placed the pulse pillow under Qin Haifeng's wrist. Her slender, white fingertips gently touched his pulse, and she focused intently for a moment… Suddenly, an extremely "shocked" expression appeared on her face as she looked up at Elder Yan:

"Old Master Yan! His pulse... is like pearls rolling on a plate, smooth and even! This... this could be... a pregnancy pulse? Or... excessive Yang?"

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Old Yan choked on his own saliva and coughed repeatedly. His old face was slightly embarrassed, and he quickly waved his hand.

"Hehe~ It's perfectly normal for a young man to be a bit energetic! Cough... You little girl, you've got the makings of a doctor! In the future... come whenever you have time, I won't force you if you don't! It's getting late, you should head back now!"

"Master, I've put the things on the small stove in the kitchen. There's some dried meat that my mother just dried, and some freshly made pancakes. Remember to eat them."

Lin Baozhu quickly finished giving her instructions, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Qin Haifeng beside her—

Ha! That handsome face was so red it looked like it could drip blood!

The smile in her eyes deepened instantly, like a fox that had stolen some honey, its eyes narrowing slyly.

Qin Haifeng followed Lin Baozhu out of the cowshed almost simultaneously.

The words "excessive yang" were like a burning brand, searing his eardrums and making every breath feel scorching. His body was taut like a fully drawn bow, and his eyes burned like torches, fixed on Lin Baozhu's slender back, as if trying to burn through her thin clothes!

Lin Baozhu walked with incredible speed, her ears burning uncontrollably. Especially the two tangible, intense gazes on her back made her heart pound like a trapped fawn. This feeling… well, it was a little unfamiliar, yet strangely exciting.

Under the moonlight, the two walked silently, one after the other, on the dirt road back to the village, with only the sound of their footsteps and slightly hurried breathing mingling together.

Upon reaching the entrance of the Lin family compound, Lin Baozhu stopped, turned around, and waved to Qin Haifeng, who was a few steps away.

"I'm home now."

"Hmm!" Qin Haifeng's voice was a little strained, his gaze still fixed on her. "Then... go to sleep early."

"Okay," Lin Baozhu replied, reaching out to push open the courtyard gate. Just as she was about to step over the threshold, she suddenly stopped and turned her head to the side. The moonlight outlined her profile, and a sly, mischievous smile played on her lips:

“Youthful vigor is a good thing,” she drawled, her voice low but clear enough to reach Qin Haifeng’s ears, “It’s much better than… ‘no,’ right?”

Before she finished speaking, she darted through the door and deftly bolted it shut with a loud bang! Leaning against the cold door, she clutched her pounding heart, panting heavily, and it took her a while to calm the burning heat on her face.

"Hoo..." She caught her breath, then turned around to go back inside—

"Oh, you've finally decided to come back?"

Lin's mother had appeared at the entrance of the main room at some point, arms crossed, a knowing yet teasing smile on her face, her gaze lingering on Lin's slightly reddened ears.

Lin Baozhu felt a pang of guilt, but she forced herself to remain calm and cleared her throat: "Ahem, Mother, are you still awake? I went to learn medicine from Master Yan."

Upon hearing this, Lin's mother beamed with joy and gently patted Lin Baozhu's hand, saying, "I saw it, wasn't it that Qin family boy who brought you back just now? How have things been going these days?"

She lowered her voice, speaking with the shrewdness of someone who's been through it all: "You're not a child anymore! When I was your age, your older brother was already crawling all over the place!"

"Qin Haifeng has a secure job at the Public Security Bureau! So many young women and wives in our village are eyeing that 'lucrative opportunity'!"

Lin's mother leaned closer and said earnestly, "You'd better hurry up! Don't dawdle, or someone else will snatch the 'fat meat' that's already in your mouth, and you'll be crying then."

Lin Baozhu chuckled, grabbed her mother's arm, and tilted her chin up with a hint of smugness:

"Mother, please don't worry!"

She blinked, her tone resolute: "Your daughter is like the most formidable hunting dog! Once she sets her sights on a 'fat piece,' she'll snatch it right back to her den, and no one can take it from her!"

Would Lin Baozhu, who had her eye on a man, leave any chance for others? Otherwise, why would she shamelessly greet her uncles and aunts all the way here today to assert her "ownership"? Her purpose was simple: she had reserved Qin Haifeng for herself! No one else was allowed near!

Tiger, who was playing in the mud with his younger sister, listened intently with his little ears perked up, his eyes wide open!

"Goodness..."

He thought to himself, "No wonder my aunt is so strong and can carry such heavy sacks! So... so she's a hunting dog in disguise!"

He suddenly remembered his second grandfather, the shepherd in the village. His second grandfather owned a magnificent black sheep, which he always called a "hunting dog," strong enough to chase away wolves!

My third uncle once said...

Tiger's little brain was working at lightning speed. What do dogs like to eat most? That's right! Uncle said dogs love to eat... poop!

"That……"

Tiger's little face immediately turned serious, and his gaze toward Lin Baozhu was filled with a determination to "respect" her. "Since Auntie is a hunting dog in disguise, she must love eating shit the most!"

"Tomorrow! First thing tomorrow morning!"

Tiger clenched his little fists and secretly vowed that he would make sure his aunt produced a fresh, hot, and super big dumpling! That way... his aunt would definitely like him even more!

The mother and daughter were having a private conversation, neither of them paying attention to the brother and sister playing in the yard, let alone knowing about Tiger's "amazing" filial piety plan.

"You silly girl, all you do is talk nonsense!"

Lin's mother playfully tapped her forehead, but smiled, "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Look at what I've accomplished today!"

She pulled Lin Baozhu into the main room and pointed to a winnowing basket made of cardboard on the table.

In the winnowing basket, a small pile of bright red hair ornaments looked like clusters of leaping little flames.