Li Laosan and Jiayi picked up their machetes and iron bars again.
Grandma Li immediately shoved her granddaughter into Young Master Ye's arms, while Tao Hongying and Zhao Yuru grabbed the teapot and vase...
Dongmei quickly said, "Don't worry, I'll go check. Maybe they're one of our own."
After all, the martial arts practitioners have already been captured, and it's unlikely that their accomplices will come to their rescue.
She nodded to Young Master Ye, then turned and left.
Li Laosan and Jiayi guarded the door, while Li Laotai and her daughter-in-law surrounded Ye Gongzi. Behind them, Ye Gongzi held Jiayin, and Jia'an and Jiaxi stood on either side.
Meanwhile, Jia Huan and several old men were protecting Li Lao Er, whose body was limp...
The room fell into complete silence; the sound of everyone in the Li family beating their hearts like drums could be heard clearly.
Fortunately, Dongmei ran in shortly afterward.
“Young master, it was Da Shan who brought the divine doctor Zhang.”
Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt their limbs go weak.
That night was truly spectacular for the Li family.
Soon, Ye Shan helped an old man with a white beard walk in.
Ye Shan was alright, though he looked travel-worn and somewhat tired.
But the white-bearded old man looked much more haggard, with messy hair and a flying white beard.
His clothes were covered in dust, his face was pale, and his lips were chapped and peeling.
They looked even more disheveled than when the Li family fled famine.
Grandma Li quickly instructed her daughter-in-law, "Quickly pour some water for the old man. He probably hasn't eaten anything on the way. Also, go to the kitchen and prepare some easy-to-digest and filling food."
Tao Hongying and Zhao Yuru quickly got to work, bringing out warm tea and a plate of fried dough twists that had been prepared during the day.
Ye Shan quickly pushed towards the old doctor, who glared at him resentfully, drank his tea in large gulps, ate half a plate of noodles and fruit, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Shan smiled ingratiatingly, "Grandpa, would you mind taking our young master's pulse first?"
Unexpectedly, the old man had a fiery temper. He jumped up and slapped him on the head.
"You brat, you've infuriated me! You want me to take your pulse? I almost died, and nobody cared whether I lived or died!"
Everyone was startled, but seeing that the old man hadn't used much force, they all laughed.
Several old men picked up sickles and machetes and went to guard the farmland.
Jia Huan led the curious Jia An and Jia Xi back to continue sleeping.
Grandma Li took her granddaughter and wanted to send her back to the east room, but Jiayin's eyes were bright and she insisted on staying to watch the fun.
Li Laosan and Jiayi wanted to help Li Laoer back to rest, but Li Laotai was worried and followed along.
Jiayin returned to Ye Gongzi's embrace, hugging his neck and focusing on "eating melons" (a Chinese idiom for enjoying the show).
Young Master Ye let her lie on his chest, holding her with one arm, his expression very natural.
Doctor Zhang slapped Ye Shan a few times to vent his anger, and when he turned around, he was surprised to see Young Master Ye like this.
"Didn't you say you were going to die? Why do you look so good?"
Young Master Ye smiled and nodded, replying, "I've had some fortuitous encounters these past few days, and I do feel much better."
Doctor Zhang couldn't bother lecturing Ye Shan anymore and quickly stepped forward to grab his arm and take his pulse.
Dongmei moved closer to her husband and saw his bright red forehead. She found it both funny and heartbreaking, and asked him softly.
"What did you do to offend Doctor Zhang? Did something happen on the way back that made you so late?"
Ye Shan rubbed his forehead and replied in a low voice, "Someone intercepted us on the road, so I took Doctor Zhang and detoured five hundred li to return at full speed. Doctor Zhang couldn't sit still on the horse, so I tied him to my back..."
No wonder Doctor Zhang looked so disheveled; he must have suffered a great deal on the way.
Dongmei felt both helpless and relieved that her husband was still alive and hadn't been poisoned to death by Dr. Zhang's powder. She was truly grateful for their years of friendship...
Ye Shan coughed twice and asked in a low voice.
"Is the young master truly better? I was so anxious, I rushed back day and night, afraid that I would find him gone..."
"Pah, pah! Young master, you are blessed with good fortune and will turn misfortune into good luck. Of course you will be fine!"
In truth, Dongmei didn't know how the young master had recovered, since he hadn't even drunk a drop of medicine, but that didn't stop her from being happy.
On the other side, Doctor Zhang was even more astonished, circling around Young Master Ye.
He took the pulses of both hands, examined the fundus of the eyes and the tongue coating, and finally grabbed Young Master Ye tightly.
"Tell me quickly, what kind of magic medicine did you take? Although your illness is not tuberculosis, it is still a life-threatening condition."
Da Shan said, "You were vomiting blood, there's no way you'd recover so quickly!"
Just as Young Master Ye was about to speak, Jia Yin tightened her grip on his neck.
He smiled silently, gently patted her back, and said.
“I didn’t take any magic pills. After vomiting blood that day, I felt much better, as if all the blockages had been cleared. Then the food here was delicious, and I ate more at each meal, and I slowly got better.”
Of course, Doctor Zhang didn't believe it. If eating could cure diseases, what would be the point of having doctors like them!
But since Young Master Ye didn't say anything, he couldn't see anything amiss and could only worry anxiously.
Seeing the old man pacing like an ant on a hot pan, Jiayin couldn't help but chuckle, only to be patted twice more by Young Master Ye.
At this moment, after settling her son in, Old Lady Li came out and saw Doctor Zhang in this state, so she offered a few words of advice.
"Sir, now that you're here, there's no rush. Let's wash up and change our clothes first, then have a meal before we think about it."
Just then, Tao Hongying and Zhao Yuru started tidying up the table and preparing to set out the meal.
Doctor Zhang had no choice but to go with Dongmei to wash up.
The new clothes and shoes that Zhao Yuru had prepared for the old men next door were now being used as emergency supplies.
Once the food was laid out on the table, Doctor Zhang looked refreshed and came to eat.
Golden millet porridge, soft egg and scallion pancakes, stir-fried cabbage with wood ear mushrooms, and stewed pork belly with green beans.
It wasn't a lavish meal, but it was enough to soothe a weary stomach.
After slurping down his food, Dr. Zhang, who was more than half full, couldn't help but start pondering again.
The food at the Li family's house is delicious, but it's not magical enough to cure diseases.
If it's just a cold, that's possible; eating some hot food and sweating it out will help.
But how did he recover so quickly from the near-death experience of vomiting blood?
Unfortunately, since Young Master Ye didn't say anything, or perhaps he truly didn't know, there was nothing he could do no matter how curious he was.
After the guests had eaten and drunk their fill, the Li family members, who had also been quite frightened that night, quickly went back to sleep.
The kang (heated brick bed) in the west room was spacious, and even with Doctor Zhang and Ye Shan, it wasn't too crowded.
Let's squeeze in one night first, and make arrangements for tomorrow.
Everyone was terrified. They thought they wouldn't be able to sleep, but when they closed their eyes and opened them again, it was already broad daylight.
Li Lao Er has basically recovered, but Li Lao San still made him rest under the eaves.
He then led Jiayi to clean up the bloodstains in the yard, afraid that the children would be frightened if they saw them.
Tao Hongying and Zhao Yuru quickly prepared breakfast. After everyone had eaten, Young Master Ye deliberately sent Doctor Zhang and Dongmei Yeshan away.
As a result, Jiayin didn't give him any more pills, only a glass of water.
He was somewhat disappointed, patted the box containing the silver, and muttered softly.
"I have a lot of silver here."
Jiayin shook her head, climbed to the box, took a silver ingot, slid down the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and ran away.
Actually, Young Master Ye is only about 70-80% recovered; he is not completely cured.
It would be best to take the medicine for a few more days, but Jiayin didn't want to take the risk.
What if the senior doctor finds out? How should we explain it then?
She trusted Young Master Ye and made deals in private, which was already quite bold of her.
Now that we have doctors, traditional Chinese medicine, though slow to take effect, is a good way to gently nourish and cure the root cause.
Young Master Ye will at most drink a few more bowls of medicinal soup; his life will no longer be in danger.
Young Master Ye picked up the cup of water that had no taste, yet somehow felt unusual, and drank it all in one gulp…?
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