She just wants to sleep with him

  The acupuncture process took about half an hour, and except for feeling a bit itchy on the back, Zhenming didn't feel any pain at all.

  He was just pricked with a silver needle on his chest by Sun Lang, and after coughing up some blood phlegm, the uncomfortable feeling when coughing was greatly reduced, and his chest didn't feel so stuffy. Deep breathing also wouldn't give him the feeling of having phlegm stuck in his heart.

  For the first time, I personally experienced such a magical acupuncture, and I couldn't help but believe in the exaggerated evaluation that Zhēn Mìng made about Féi Lóng's skills.

  "There are a lot of tuberculosis bacteria in the bloody sputum, remember to collect the sputum together and burn it with fire after each cough, to avoid infecting others."

  Zhenming was just getting dressed when Feilong rushed in from outside, panicked and shouting: "Sun Daifu, it's not good! Moon Girl has fainted!"

  Mr. Sun's face changed color in shock, and he hastily got up and ran out.

  ……

  "Sister Moon, Sister Moon... Waaah... Sorry, from now on Xing'er won't tease you anymore, wake up, waaah..."

  Several people rushed over to find Xing'er, who had been playing with Yue'er just a moment before, now holding the fainting Yue'er in her arms, sitting between the trees, crying and gently stroking her chest to help her breathe.

  The moon was having trouble breathing, her eyes were tightly closed, and cold sweat was beading on her forehead. Her whole body was trembling, and the gauze covering her face had been lifted at one corner, revealing the festering skin on her neck.

  At a glance, it was clear that it was a fungal infection of the skin, and judging from the severity of the skin ulcers, it had obviously reached an advanced stage, no wonder she had to cover her face with a white gauze.

  Sun Lang hastily walked over to Yue Er's side and squatted down, his hand on her wrist, his face growing increasingly solemn.

  Fei Long anxiously asked beside him: "Doctor Sun, what's wrong with Miss Yue?"

  Sun the doctor asked Huan'er to carry Yue'er on her back, and Huan'er supported her on one side. Fei Long, who was on the other side, wanted to help but was stopped by him. He turned his head and said to Zhen Ming, "It's okay, you can go back first. Take the medicine with you, decoct it every day, twice a day. Remember to come back for more medicine every half month. I'm going to treat Yue'er's wound now, so I won't see you off."

  As she spoke, she hastily followed them into the courtyard and closed the big gate.

  Fei Long watched them leave with a worried face, until several people disappeared into the house, before turning his head to ask Zhen Mingshu beside him: "Zhen brother, what do you think is wrong with Yu'er?"

  "Since Mr. Sun doesn't want to tell you, then don't ask him anymore, maybe there's something he can't bear to say, let's go back."

  ……

  By the Luo River in a dilapidated temple.

  A chubby fat dragon was directing his fellow villagers from the same hometown, carrying broken wooden boards from outside the broken temple into it. Several people worked together to build a small wooden house that was just the right size to block the wind and rain.

  Zhen Ming was sitting in a corner of the broken temple, coughing, and putting firewood into the small stove one by one. On the stove was a damaged clay pot, and the medicine inside was boiling with a gurgling sound.

  Fei Long walked over with a big sweat on his head and sat down, grabbed the water pot next to the stove and took a big gulp.

  "Zhen Ge, everything is set up according to your requirements."

  Zhen Mingku smiled and said: "Sorry to trouble you, the wages may take a while to give you, don't worry, I'll pay without fail."

  "What's the point of talking about wages? Brothers, we didn't come for the wages. Besides, don't you need money to buy medicine? Don't bother, just give us whatever task you have."

  Zhen Ming smiled bitterly and said: "A penny for a penny, wages that should be paid will still be paid."

  As he spoke, he started coughing again.

  "Zhen Ge, you seem to be coughing less severely these past few days. Is it because the medicine is taking effect?"

  Zhen Ming nodded: "En, it's a bit better now. It's just that at night when I catch a chill, the coughing is unbearable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have troubled you to build this small hut for me."

  He said as he poured the cooked medicine into a bowl.

  "Zhen Ge, I want to discuss something with you."

  Zhen Ming was about to take his medicine when he saw Fei Long looking embarrassed, and asked: "What's wrong?"

  "Can you teach me your angel's Tai Chi fist method?"

  "Oh, this thing." Zhen Ming sipped a mouthful of medicinal soup, testing its temperature.

  Fatty Dragon hastily said: "I know this is the secret, untransmissible, and exclusive skill that your uncle taught you. It's passed down to males but not females, and only within the family, not outside of it. This request might be excessive, if you feel uncomfortable teaching an outsider like me, I can become your disciple, so I won't be considered an outsider anymore. I don't need to learn much, just a few moves for self-defense will do."

  Zhen Mingkuo took a sip of the bitter medicine from the bowl and poured it into his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed in distaste. Fei Long hastily handed him a slice of dried tangerine peel that had been prepared on the side.

  The comical sight of him, who was at least twice his size, wanting to be his master with such sincerity and seriousness, couldn't help but make him laugh. He said, "Who told you that my Tai Chi is only passed down to males and not females, and only to insiders and not outsiders?"

  Fei Long wondered: "Aren't those martial arts families all like that?"

  Zhen Ming smiled bitterly: "Tai Chi doesn't have so many rules, the founder of Tai Chi created this set of fist and heart methods just to make it possible for everyone to learn, simple and easy to learn, just a few routines, anyone can learn."

  Fat Dragon said in surprise: "Isn't there any secret or trick, what about arduous training?"

  "The key is to persevere, Tai Chi push hands is just a few routines, emphasizing softness to overcome stiffness, weakness to win strength, the tenacity of dripping water piercing stone, and even breathing in and out, four ounces moving a thousand pounds."

  "This is why you insist on climbing mountains and shouting loudly every day?"

  "This is just the simplest way of breathing exercise, if you want to learn, come with me to climb the mountain every morning."

  Zhen Ming sighed and put down the medicine bowl, stood up and walked towards the temple gate.

  Fei Long hastily stood up: "Zhen Ge, where are you going?"

  "I'm going out for a walk and take a look around to see if there's anything I can do. The matter of building the house is troubling you."

  Just after Zhen Ming left, the others gathered around and asked in unison: "Fei Long Ge, won't Zhen Ge go drink soy milk again?"

  One of them sneered: "Hey, definitely, I think he must be infatuated with that Tofu Xishi."

  "Whoever sees her can't help but be infatuated, but no matter how much we look at her, she's not someone that people like us can touch. Thinking about the fact that in the future she'll be sleeping with some rich young master from a good family is unbearable, and the more I think about it, the more heartbroken I become. It's better if I just don't look."

  Fei Long gazed at Zhen Ming's receding back and muttered: "He seems different from those people, he doesn't just want to sleep with her."

  ……

  The tofu stall was set up under a large banyan tree that the three of them couldn't encircle with their arms, with three or four small square tables surrounded by people. Under the banyan tree, there was a single rocking chair, on which sat an old man with sparse hair and wrinkles all over his face, leisurely puffing on a dry pipe, looking like a carefree immortal. Zhang, the simple-dressed tofu vendor, stood in front of the tofu stall, holding a long ladle, skillfully scooping the soy milk into the iron pot on the stove, covering it with a lid. "Give me a bowl of tofu fa, thank you." Zhen Ming handed over five copper coins from his hand.