Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Another Beautiful Woman?
"But will Liu Qingshan come after me if I do this?"
"Come after you? What am I and that brother Xiong Er here for?"
Li Yanling sized up Liu Zheng, finding him skinny and not built for fighting.
"Do you have what it takes, twig? I’ve seen your noodle back, but I doubt you can fight."
"Not have what it takes? What joke are you making? I learned a few tricks back in the day, and I trained with this guy who knew internal arts. What you felt just now was internal strength."
After saying that, Liu Zheng suddenly slapped the table hard, then pointed at it and said, "Come on, look. What’s this?"
Li Yanling went over, took a look, and covered her mouth in shock.
Then she said, "Liu Zheng, you’re amazing!"
Originally, the table had no cracks, but after Liu Zheng’s slap, a fissure had appeared.
"All right, I believe you now."
"You, just keep Liu Qingshan busy. I heard you talking about Liu Qingshan’s glorious accomplishments, and if that idiot can succeed, why can’t I? You made me think. Since I can make medicine and know so much about Chinese herbs, why not grow my own? I can sell the herbs or even open a pharmaceutical factory later on.
In the future, once I make it, you can just follow me, right?"
Li Yanling looked at Liu Zheng incredulously. She hadn’t expected him to have such an epiphany, but her face fell, and she said softly, "I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t wait that long. It takes years for others to build up their business. By then, I’ll be old, and my child’s illness could be delayed."
Hearing this, Liu Zheng felt deeply that the woman in front of him had a tough life.
In fact, it was Li Yanling’s mother who took care of the child every day, leaving Li Yanling with no time to see her child.
Liu Zheng thought, as a doctor, why couldn’t he take a look at Li Yanling’s child’s condition?
"Yanling, what exactly is wrong with your child? Is it an incurable disease?"
"Not exactly, it’s a strange illness. Anyway, he gets convulsions, and it seems like epilepsy. He needs to be on medication continuously, which is very costly."
Having heard this, Liu Zheng smiled and said, "Let me go with you to take a look. If it really is epilepsy, I have a miracle medicine here that might completely cure your child’s illness."
"Really? It’s just, you’re so young. We’ve seen old Chinese medicine practitioners, and they all said there was nothing they could do."
Liu Zheng shook his head and said, "Those are all charlatans. Real Chinese medicine practitioners are recluses in the mountains. Someone like me—let me tell you, my master is Master Panlong, known as a hermit expert. Many difficult and varied diseases are no challenge for him.
Of course, I’m not boasting. Several patients were cured by me when my master was unwell, so he had me take over. I have a good memory and learned all his techniques and medicinal recipes. Almost everything he knows, I know too."
After finishing, Liu Zheng got dressed and took out a book from a package in the wardrobe, then held it up and said, "Take a look. My master gave this to me. It contains secret recipes. The cure for your child’s condition is recorded here."
"Still, thank you, Liu Zheng. I really can’t let him try just anything. The meds are working fine."
Liu Zheng furrowed his brows and said, "You still don’t trust me. How about this: I’ll take a look, and with just one needle, I can almost guarantee he won’t have an episode for a year. If he does have one..."
"What if he has an episode?"
Li Yanling pressed on.
"Take out your phone and record me. If he has an episode, I’ll give you 50,000 yuan, and I’ll cover all the child’s medical expenses from now on!"
"There’s no need, Liu Zheng. Why do you have to? It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just can’t handle any more setbacks."
Liu Zheng disregarded Li Yanling and in the end forcibly recorded on Li Yanling’s phone.
"It’s recorded. We’ll go by this."
At this moment, Li Yanling’s phone rang; it was her mother on the call, telling her that her child missed her and wanted to see her.
The village was quiet now, and after glancing at the sky and noting the rain had stopped, Li Yanling said, "I should go, my child misses me. Let’s call it a day; I’ll come to see you again another time."
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Yanling’s face instantly turned red.
"Of course, if there’s nothing else, I’ll come and see your kid," Liu Zheng replied.
Li Yanling nodded, then said, "Let’s go, take me back home."
Li Yanling got dressed, and then had Liu Zheng escort her home.
Since he hadn’t brought his medical tools this time, Liu Zheng didn’t treat his child’s illness, just took the pulse and got a general understanding of the body’s condition before leaving.
Back at home, Liu Zheng began researching medical texts. He realized that he had indeed seen this disease before and thought it might actually be curable.
While he was intently reading the materials, the door suddenly sounded.
Liu Zheng checked the time; it was already ten o’clock at night. Who could it be, an emergency?
He rushed to open the door.
But upon opening the door, Liu Zheng panicked. The person wasn’t a stranger; it was the woman who had made him surrender quickly during his intense encounter with Li Yanling—Yang Jing.
At that moment, Yang Jing appeared very distressed, and her eyes seemed to reveal a twinge of pain.
"What’s wrong, ma’am? What happened?" he asked.
Yang Jing clutched her chest and said, "I don’t know why, but it suddenly started to hurt, really hurts, and my legs are aching too."
"Legs hurting? Back hurting?! I know! Come in, quickly."
Yet, Yang Jing moved slowly, unsure how she even made it there.
Liu Zheng quickly went to support her, and suddenly his hand brushed Yang Jing’s. At that moment, they looked at each other.
But this time, Liu Zheng was not composed because Yang Jing’s hands didn’t feel like those of a rural woman; they weren’t rough but felt extremely delicate, as if he were touching a piece of Hetian jade.
Then he saw Yang Jing’s watery, large eyes, which instantly took him back to his days with his senior sister back in college.
He almost called out "Senior Sister."
"Take it slow; this illness of yours is chronic, not easy to handle."
"What? That won’t do," she responded.
"Don’t talk for now, lie down on the medical bed, and I’ll examine you," he instructed.
Yang Jing didn’t say anything, just grabbed Liu Zheng’s hand and began to move forward, finally entering the room.
Once Yang Jing sat down, the pain seemed to attack again—she clutched her waist and cried out, "It hurts, doctor, can you help me up?"
Liu Zheng immediately rushed over, instinctively lifting Yang Jing’s slender legs slowly upwards.
Yang Jing had come from her home wearing only a nightgown, and although she had pants on underneath, he could feel the smoothness of her legs.
However, as he lifted her legs, Yang Jing’s pants slipped down, causing Liu Zheng to lose his composure once again.
"Damn, Chris!"
