Fan Sheng was conflicted. He turned to look at the old man who was holding his trouser leg and said, "I'm sorry, sir, it's not that I don't want to save you, but I really don't dare to get into trouble."
If he were alone, he would be willing to do a good deed, but unfortunately he has a wife and children to take care of.
Upon hearing this, the old man on the ground half-closed his eyes and laboriously pulled something out of his pocket: "Save me...here you go."
Unable to resist his curiosity, Fan Sheng took the manual from the other party and glanced at it. He discovered that it was actually a low-grade earth-level sword technique, and his eyes lit up immediately.
As a disciple of the dean of the Jingwu Academy, Fan Siyuan could only access martial arts manuals of the highest grade, which were only of the Xuan level. This was something that ordinary people could only dream of.
A level-one martial arts technique! This is a technique that even the dean of the Elite Martial Arts Academy cannot access.
Faced with such a great temptation, Fan Sheng could not help but be tempted.
Gritting his teeth, Fan Sheng carried the old man on the ground into the carriage.
He could have simply killed the old man on the ground, snatched the martial arts manual, and run away. No one would have known he had taken the manual anyway. But Fan Sheng's understanding over the years prevented him from doing such a thing.
Originally, Fan Sheng planned to go directly back to Ping'an County, but now there was a problem that made him afraid to go back directly. Instead, he changed his route and drove his carriage to the neighboring county.
Fan Sheng waited in the lobby of the clinic for more than half an hour before the doctor finally came out of the private room: "Young man, your father's injuries have been treated. If he doesn't develop a fever tonight, he'll be out of danger."
When Fan Sheng heard the doctor mistakenly think the old man was his father, he didn't explain further.
He bowed to the white-bearded old doctor and said, "Doctor, I'm just a rough old man and I don't know how to take care of patients. Could my father stay at the clinic for the next few days?"
The old doctor said with some hesitation, "This...I'm afraid it's not very convenient."
His clinic wasn't very big; he only had one doctor and two apprentices. After a long day of work, he couldn't possibly manage to keep up with the patients staying overnight.
Fan Sheng, of course, knew the old doctor's predicament, and immediately took out 50 taels of silver from his pocket and handed it over: "Please make an exception for me. This is the consultation fee and medicine money for the next few days. Let my father rest here for a few days. I will come to pick him up in a few days."
The consultation fee and medicine cost for this visit would be no more than 20 taels of silver. Fan Sheng gave so much silver because he hoped that the other party would take good care of the patient after he left.
"Alright then," the old doctor said, stroking his beard and nodding.
He agreed not because he was tempted by the money, but because his two apprentices also needed to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. Since there was such a good opportunity, it wouldn't hurt for them to earn some extra money. In any case, even if they really needed to take care of the patient, it wouldn't be his turn.
Fan Sheng gave a few more instructions and then left, making an excuse that he had something to do.
This time, Fan Sheng didn't delay any longer and drove the carriage home at high speed.
Luo Suyue was suddenly awakened from her sleep by a knock on the door, and her heart jumped into her throat.
On second thought, I realized I was overthinking it. Even if there were thieves, they wouldn't just knock on the door openly; at most, they would climb over the wall.
Suddenly, a possibility occurred to Luo Suyue. She quickly put on her coat and shoes, opened the door, and ran out, raising her voice to ask, "Who is it?"
A familiar voice came from outside the door: "Wife, I'm back. Open the door for me quickly."
Luo Suyue nimbly opened the courtyard gate and rushed into Fan Sheng's arms like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest: "Husband, you're finally back. I've missed you so much."
With her husband not by her side, Luo Suyue couldn't sleep well at night, often waking up suddenly in the middle of the night.
Fan Sheng gently patted her back: "I miss my wife very much too. Let me bring the carriage in first."
After returning to their room, the two poured out their hearts to each other. Fan Sheng told Luo Suyue about some things that happened in the prefectural city, but he kept the story of saving people on the way a secret.
He is still unsure whether the other party is in danger, and the fewer people who know about this, the better.
As for that local low-grade sword technique, Fan Sheng planned to ask Xia Qingqing if she needed it first.
Xia Qingqing had previously shown great interest in the martial arts manuals of their world, but unfortunately, he simply didn't have the ability to obtain high-grade manuals.
He had finally obtained a low-grade local sword technique. Although he wanted to leave it to his son, he thought about Xia Qingqing's help to his family and decided to give it to her after much consideration.
With these thoughts in mind, Fan Sheng, exhausted from a long day, slowly fell asleep.
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The next day, Fan Sheng sent Xia Qingqing a message, telling her that he had obtained a low-grade local-level sword technique and asking if she was interested in sword techniques.
Around noon, he received a video call invitation from Xia Qingqing.
Xia Qingqing's eyes held a hint of curiosity: "Fan Sheng, I saw the message you sent me. Can I take a look at that sword manual first?"
"Of course, if you like it, this sword manual is for you," Fan Sheng said with a simple smile, and then transferred the manual from the system's inventory to Xia Qingqing.
After Xia Qingqing obtained the manual, she casually flipped through a few pages and found that she couldn't understand a single word.
*Ahem...* A hint of embarrassment flashed in Xia Qingqing's eyes. What's it like to suddenly become illiterate?
Fortunately, she also has a useless system assistant that can help her translate the text on the cheat codes.
Xia Qingqing patiently browsed through the entire sword manual, but the more she read, the more confused she became, and she began to doubt whether she had any talent for this kind of training.
However, giving up so easily was not her style. Xia Qingqing took out a photocopier and made a copy of the entire sword manual, keeping it for herself to study slowly when she had time. As for the original, she returned it to Fan Sheng.
When Fan Sheng saw that Xia Qingqing had returned the sword technique to him, he assumed that she didn't like it, and solemnly said, "Miss Xia, I will try to find other types of martial arts manuals for you in the future."
Xia Qingqing smiled at him: "Then thank you in advance. This sword technique book is not bad either. I made a copy to keep for later study."
Upon hearing this, Fan Sheng looked at Xia Qingqing in shock, mistakenly thinking that the photocopying she mentioned meant going to the bookstore to have a copy of the secret manual made.
There was no time to ponder why she was able to engrave the manual so quickly; instead, he cautiously asked, "Miss Xia, will this cause you any trouble?"
A low-grade Earth-level sword technique is not something that everyone can easily find out about; if it were to become known, it would likely attract unwanted attention.
"What trouble? Copying is easy, it'll be done in no time," Xia Qingqing asked, looking bewildered, before showing the copied manual to Fan Sheng.
Fan Sheng stared at the stack of snow-white papers in her hand and fell silent.
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