The middle-aged man seemed reluctant to continue the conversation.
He casually replied with a few words: "Old man, you're right. Nothing is more important than having a strong and healthy body."
The old man seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions, and he started chatting with the middle-aged man about everyday matters.
"What illness does your wife have?"
"tuberculosis······"
"When did she get this disease? I had a close friend who had tuberculosis but didn't get it."
"I've been suffering for three or four years now, and everyone says there's no cure."
"That's such a pity, to get this disease at such a young age." The old man seemed unaware that his words were presumptuous.
The middle-aged man really didn't want to continue the conversation; the old man was saying nothing but discouraging things.
Fortunately, the white-haired miracle doctor arrived at that moment, his body filled with the fragrance of medicine as he walked in.
He cleared his throat and said, "I apologize for keeping you waiting. Here are the pills I just prepared. If you want to be cured, you must take these pills for three days first. Only after your body has adapted can you take the divine medicine and be cured."
As soon as the white-haired miracle doctor finished speaking, the atmosphere in the whole room became tense.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, awaiting the miracle doctor's next instructions.
"Take one pill daily at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) with a cup of water. During the course of taking this medicine, avoid spicy and cold foods."
As the doctor spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. The bottle was decorated with delicate cloud patterns and looked very antique.
"These pills..." An old woman took the porcelain bottle, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Miracle doctor, can these pills really cure my son's illness?"
The white-haired physician sighed softly and said, "This pill can only temporarily suppress the symptoms. To cure it completely, you will need to take my divine medicine. However..."
He paused, seemingly considering his words, "Divine medicine is extremely rare. It requires gathering the purest and most genuine medicinal materials in the world, and then refining them for three days and three nights before it can be made into medicine."
"No matter how difficult it is, I'm willing to try anything to cure my son's illness!" The old woman took out a bag of silver and handed it to the servant standing beside her.
"Very well, with your determination, I will give it a try." The white-haired divine doctor nodded, then turned to the others, "Everyone, if you are destined, you may come here to try, but please remember that healing requires sincerity, and you must not have any wishful thinking."
Upon hearing this, everyone placed the silver they had prepared on the table in front of the divine physician.
The white-haired doctor gave a few more instructions before turning and leaving.
The middle-aged man gripped the porcelain bottle tightly as he prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, an old man beside him stopped him, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "Could you give me a ride? The coachman said the carriage broke down. I'm in a hurry to take medicine back to my old woman."
The middle-aged man looked at the old man's anxious expression. Although he hesitated for a moment, he thought of the urgency of treating the sick and saving lives, so he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll see you off."
The two walked out of the divine physician's residence together, and the middle-aged man instructed a servant to bring a carriage. Although the carriage was somewhat old, it was still sturdy enough to carry the two of them.
The old man sat in the carriage, clutching the bottle of miracle medicine tightly in his hand, his face showing a mixture of expectation and gratitude: "Thank you so much, young man. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know how I would get back."
The middle-aged man smiled but didn't say anything more. The carriage slowly moved towards the old man's house.
Along the way, the old man talked about his and his wife's moments, his words revealing deep longing and love.
As they chatted, it gradually got dark.
The carriage finally stopped in front of the old man's house.
After getting off the carriage, the old man took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man: "This is the fare, please accept it."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "No need, we're both doing this for our families, there's no need for thanks."
A hint of emotion flashed in the old man's eyes: "Brother, you are truly a good man. I wish your wife a speedy recovery."
The middle-aged man nodded, turned, and boarded the carriage. The carriage slowly moved away and disappeared into the night.
Back home, the middle-aged man handed the bottle to someone waiting nearby, saying, "I'll secretly take it to Doctor Meng."
"Yes." The man took the porcelain bottle and left.
A few pills cost her a whole thousand taels of silver!
Li Xi felt her heart was bleeding. She secretly made up her mind that when the time was right, she would definitely get back all the money, with interest.
She slowly walked to the mirror and sat down, then carefully peeled away the disguise from her face.
In the mirror, her delicate features gradually came into view, and her bright eyes appeared even more lively and expressive under the light.
In the dead of night, just as Li Xi was immersed in her dreams, a slight noise suddenly came from outside the door.
The faint footsteps were especially clear in the quiet night, like someone groping quietly in the dark.
Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, illuminating a corner of the room and casting dappled shadows on the floor.
These interplay of light and shadow made the whole scene appear even more mysterious and eerie, while the blurry figure was pacing back and forth at the doorway, as if searching for something important.
Li Xi stared intently at the figure, trying to make out the other person's face, but due to the dim light, she was unable to see clearly.
She quickly put on her shoes and concealed a small dagger in her sleeve.
The person gently opened the door and tiptoed into the room.
Li Xi held her breath, her heart pounding in her ears. She gripped the dagger tightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
The man didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Li Xi. He continued to grope forward, seemingly searching for a specific item.
Take the opportunity to observe his back view, trying to identify his identity.
However, the person was shrouded in darkness, leaving only a blurry silhouette that she could not see clearly.
Suddenly, the man seemed to notice something. He stopped and slowly turned around.
Li Xi's heart raced instantly. She gripped the dagger tightly, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
However, she was stunned when the man turned around completely.
"It's you? Are you trying to scare me to death in the middle of the night?" Li Xi wanted to stab him right now. Why did he always have to sneak around like this?
Qin Xiaolin touched his hair somewhat embarrassedly: "I was in a hurry to find you and was afraid that others would hear, so I didn't think about these things."
"Looking for me? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?" She was exhausted from acting all day and finally managed to fall asleep.
"I know you're tired today, but this matter is urgent and I must tell you immediately." Qin Xiaolin's voice was deep and serious, making Li Xi nervous.
"What is it?" she asked, glancing warily around to make sure no one else was there.
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