Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 343

Li Zhuiyuan was held in Chen Xiyuan's arms.

The scenery on both sides is rushing by.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't understand why Chen Xiyuan would do this.

Until the boy saw her eyes.

He got it.

Chen Xiyuan's gaze was both firm and unfocused, indicating that despite her serious injuries, she was relying entirely on her survival instinct to hold on.

Her consciousness was already blurred; the way she carried her away wasn't premeditated or deliberately planned, but rather...

Pure kindness.

Right now, I'm being swept up by her kindness.

It's really hard to imagine that someone like her could be walking the river, and even more so, that she could get this far and participate in waves of her own level.

Therefore, it was perfectly normal for the white-haired youth and his group to try to kill her by mistake.

Even now, due to her personality, she still has significant weaknesses.

If she were to undergo trials and tribulations and undergo continuous transformation, how many people on the entire river would be able to suppress her?

Given the precedent set by the three Dragon Kings of the Chen family, if a talented successor from the Chen family were to rise to prominence, not only would everyone lose out, but they would also lose any sense of participation.

At this point, communication was meaningless. What was most ridiculous was that, affected by the domain that had expanded around him, Li Zhuiyuan was unable to move his body or open his mouth.

Chen Xiyuan was fleeing towards the suburbs.

The best option would be to go to a densely populated area in the city, where it would be easier to hide and make those who wanted to continue hunting her hesitate.

But she didn't choose to do so, probably because she didn't want to implicate innocent people.

Finally, Chen Xiyuan reached her limit.

Ahead, there is a small river.

She had previously crossed a wider river, but now she couldn't.

The domain that had been held up for so long finally dissipated. Chen Xiyuan used the last bit of strength in her body on the boy to counteract his inertia, allowing him to land steadily on the riverbank without injury.

She herself completely lost control and crashed into the river.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and looked at Chen Xiyuan floating on the river in front of him.

The boy first opened his hands, and two sets of cards flew out and landed in front of him. They piled up into a human shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, two identical auras descended, and General Zeng split in two and opened his eyes.

"Lord!"

"Lord."

"Change your name."

The two generals looked equally puzzled, clearly unsure which form of address to use.

"Ask the boy."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two generals nodded. It seemed they would have to find time to fight the boy again.

The boy pointed his fingertips at two generals, and activated the "Liu Family Aura Observation Technique" to simulate Chen Xiyuan's aura on the two talisman armors using feng shui and meteorological methods.

"Go your separate ways. The incense, array flags, and talisman needles are all inside your bodies. Calculate the time yourself, and when you're halfway there, break the aura in your body and then come back here to find me."

Remember, don't lose yourself.

The armor is not easy to make; once a set is lost, there is one less set available.

The sponsorship fee given by the Zhao family of Jiujiang last time has been used up after the talisman armor was made and the Taoist temple was repaired.

Finding another treasure vault of the same level next time is really not easy. What's even harder is that you also need to have a high-level insider to open the door and guide you.

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two generals each quickly departed in a different direction.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his gaze to Chen Xiyuan again, where a circle of crimson had appeared on the river beside her.

The boy took off his backpack, changed his clothes, and walked into the water.

After swimming to Chen Xiyuan, he reached out and grabbed one of her ankles, bringing her back to the shore.

In other words, Li Zhuiyuan had such a good foundation that a child of the same age would not have the strength to pull a floating object out of the river by himself.

He took a towel out of his bag, wiped himself down briefly, and then put his clothes back on.

With a "plop," the boy opened a can of Jianlibao (a popular Chinese herbal tea brand), drank it, and squatted down next to Chen Xiyuan to conduct an examination.

The good news is, she's not dead.

The bad news is, she's dying.

Although Li Zhuiyuan had already pulled off a high-paced operation to "rescue her," the young man still underestimated the group's destructive power and overestimated Chen Xiyuan's resilience.

She was actually relying on her domain to stay alive, but now that the domain has dissipated, she can no longer suppress her injuries.

External injuries are not difficult to treat; his friends often had them, and the boy had a lot of experience in this area.

But her problem was with her meridians; they were almost all severed.

For an ordinary person, encountering such a problem would at best turn them into a completely paralyzed and useless person.

She is different.

Li Zhuiyuan discovered fragments of blue dots where her meridians were broken; these were likely fragments of a domain, or remnants of a domain.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

A domain is not something that can be forged simply by honing one's strength and physique; otherwise, the Qin family would be the perfect match for a domain.

The boy analyzed that she must have forcibly incorporated the domain that should have been released outside her body into her body to stabilize her body in order to ensure that she could continue to move despite her serious injuries.

The side effects of this method have emerged.

If the meridians cannot be repaired in time, allowing these blue spots to be successfully drained and dissipated on their own, they will gradually become uncontrollable within her body.

At that time, she will swell up, and her body will be like that of a person who has been floating for a long time after death, with her whole body like jelly. No, it will be even worse than death; she will explode on her own.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the unconscious woman in front of him and imagined the scene of her exploding.

It doesn't explode all at once; one blue dot will explode, triggering another blue dot.

In other words, Chen Xiyuan would be repeatedly blown up like a firecracker, once, twice, three times, four times...

In the end, not a single crumb fell out.

There are methods in the martial arts world for reconnecting tendons and tendons, but this is an old craft that cannot be learned by simply reading a theory. Moreover, it also requires a lot of talent.

If given enough time to learn and practice, Ah Li should be able to reach that level. Even Li Zhuiyuan has to admire Ah Li's talent in this area.

After all, if he had a choice, Li Zhuiyuan would not want A Li to go through the trouble of making handicrafts for him. But now the tools are becoming more and more high-end, and the requirements for handicraft skills are becoming more and more demanding. Without A Li, Li Zhuiyuan really couldn't do it himself. Most of the time, the young man could only be relegated to doing design and assisting.

Of course, it's not realistic to take Chen Xiyuan back to her hometown in Nantong now. Even without considering the river factor, there's not enough time.

Instead of waiting for Ah Li to learn how to do it, we should find a more open space, tie Chen Xiyuan to a wooden stick, so that it will be easier for her to blow up into the sky.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You're really lucky."

The boy carried Chen Xiyuan on his back and walked out of the riverbank.

She wasn't heavy, and now that she had lost a lot of blood, she seemed even lighter.

It's said to carry her on your back, but in reality, you can only lift half of her body; her legs are still sweeping on the ground.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't think it was because he was short, but because her legs were too long.

There was a melon field ahead, and Li Zhuiyuan led her into a simple melon shed.

Inside, there was a bed covered with an old straw mat, a pot, bowls, a small stove made of bricks, and in the corner, there were bottles of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

After placing Chen Xiyuan on the mat, Li Zhuiyuan went to the river to fetch water, returned to start a fire, boiled it, and then took out various pills, added them to the pot to prepare the medicine.

While the medicine was cooking, the boy took out the powder and applied it to all of Chen Xiyuan's wounds.

Then, he poured the prepared medicine into a bowl and fed it to her.

It's alright. Although the person is unconscious, they can still swallow instinctively, which saves a lot of trouble.

After administering the medicine, Li Zhuiyuan cleaned the bloodstains off Chen Xiyuan's body so that she wouldn't look so bloody and terrifying, but rather like someone who was simply sick and unconscious.

As for concealing her aura, one needs to have a breath to conceal it. She is currently barely breathing, in a state of near-death, which saves her the trouble. Moreover, Li Zhuiyuan also put a calming talisman on her chest, which is considered a final layer of insurance.

After finishing all that, Li Zhuiyuan was about to get some vegetable packs and compressed biscuits to cook himself a meal when he heard footsteps approaching.

A moment later, an old hand gripped the edge of the melon shed, and then an old woman's face slowly emerged.

She must have noticed the smoke coming from inside the melon shed, realizing there were people inside, which is why she was extra cautious when she checked.

The old lady glanced at Li Zhuiyuan, then at Chen Xiyuan on the mat, and was so frightened that she immediately let go of his hand, turned around and ran away.

Li Zhuiyuan took the money out of his bag and prepared it.

At this moment, General Zeng returned, transforming into a card that once again returned to the boy's palm.

Not long after, the old lady returned, accompanied by an old man.

The old man was very thin, with limbs like straw, yet he still gave the impression of being quite robust.

However, they didn't come to settle accounts.

The old man was holding a bag of noodles, while the old woman was carrying a black plastic bag.

"Ahhh~ Ahhh~"

The old man was mute, and he kept gesturing with his hands.

The old woman squatted down and emptied the contents of the black plastic bag, which was full of medicine.

A small portion came with medicine boxes, but most were small white paper bags, similar to those used in photo studios to hold photos.

For ordinary people, a whole box of medicine is too expensive, and usually they don't need to take that much to get better, so clinics sell these loose medicines.

However, these small yellow and white pills are mostly used to treat headaches, fevers, and diarrhea, and they are useless here.

The old woman pointed to the medicine on the ground, then to Chen Xiyuan, who was lying unconscious on the mat:

"Take medicine... cure the illness... take medicine... and you'll be fine... it's bitter... good..."

The old lady doesn't stutter.

Li Zhuiyuan could tell from the time she came alone that she had intellectual disabilities.

So Li Zhuiyuan didn't call her beforehand, but waited for her to call her family over before giving her the money.

If someone uses another person's things without permission and even soils their mat, they should compensate for the damage.

However, they clearly had no intention of paying compensation themselves.

The old man started cooking noodles.

The old woman persisted in insisting that Li Zhuiyuan choose medicine from these pills for Chen Xiyuan to take. In her mind, all the illnesses in the world could be cured simply by taking these bitter little pills.

Li Zhuiyuan complied with the old lady's wishes, selected a few berberine pills, and gave them to Chen Xiyuan.

Seeing this, the old lady clapped her hands happily and even jumped a few times.

Berberine is used to stop diarrhea, but its side effect is constipation.

After putting the noodles into the pot, the old man ran out again, picked some vegetables from his own garden, washed them by the river, brought them back, broke them into pieces, and put them into the pot.

He continued working, picking a few melons from the melon patch and handing them to Li Zhuiyuan to eat.

Seeing that Li Zhuiyuan was waving his hand politely, the old man simply opened the melon himself and handed it to him again with great enthusiasm.

In their eyes, Li Zhuiyuan and Chen Xiyuan should be... a mother and son or siblings who fled from war.

They offered all the help they could, and from beginning to end, they never made any indication that they would accept money.

After finishing the noodles, Li Zhuiyuan asked them where they could find a vehicle; if they didn't have a sedan or a minivan, a tractor would also be fine.

To save Chen Xiyuan's life, they needed to go into the city and to the vicinity of the hospital where they had first entered Luoyang.

When describing it, you need to use gestures and sound effects.

The old lady immediately understood, nodded vigorously, and then patted her chest.

The old man was deaf and mute, and his comprehension was somewhat impaired, so the old woman had to use their own sign language to describe things.

After understanding, the old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically and went out with the old woman.

When the old man returned, he was pulling a cart that he usually used to transport melons.

After placing Chen Xiyuan on the melon cart, Li Zhuiyuan tried to pull the cart, but the old man refused. He put a strap across his body, held the handlebars with both hands, and walked steadily forward.

After passing through the country lanes, we arrived at a village. A tractor pulled out ahead with a "toot-toot-toot" sound, and an old lady stood in the back of the tractor, waving her hands happily.

The man driving the tractor stopped the vehicle and gestured a number to the old man, who nodded repeatedly.

This means that tractors are paid for.

Chen Xiyuan was put on the tractor. Li Zhuiyuan told the driver the location of the hospital. It was only natural for sick or injured people to go to the hospital. The driver nodded, turned the tractor around, and drove it away.

The old man and woman stood there, watching.

Then, they seemed to have discovered something and chased after them, each holding money in their hands—money that the boy had secretly put in their pockets earlier.

But they didn't run far before they stopped and started panting.

The tractor driver didn't notice what was behind him and continued driving.

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Chen Xiyuan, then mimicked the gesture she had made to Tan Wenbin at the soup shop, waving his hand at the old man and woman.

Heaven has eyes; otherwise, so many terrifying beings wouldn't be afraid of the Way of Heaven.

But it must be very busy; in many places, it can't actually see the light. The saying "good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished" is sometimes inaccurate.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his hand several more times.

Hey,
Take a closer look.

……

Li Zhuiyuan didn't let the tractor driver drive into the hospital; instead, he told him to stop at the entrance of the alley across the street.

After getting off the tractor, the tractor driver asked Li Zhuiyuan for the fare.

They will give it to you.

"One of them is mentally challenged and the other is deaf. What if I don't get my money back?"

"How much."

The master said a number, which was double the number he had previously demonstrated to the old man.

Li Zhuiyuan paid the money.

The driver lit a cigarette, smiled, and drove the tractor away.

Li Zhuiyuan carried Chen Xiyuan into the alley.

As soon as they entered, they encountered two heavily made-up women who exclaimed "Oh dear!" and rushed over to help carry them.

One asked, "What's wrong?"

Another person asked, "Should we take him to the hospital?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's okay, my sister just had a hypoglycemic episode."

Two women helped Chen Xiyuan inside. Along the way, they passed many small massage parlors, where many women stood waiting for customers. Seeing this, they all asked what was wrong, and the two women, following Li Zhuiyuan's earlier instructions, replied that she had low blood sugar.

Before long, Li Zhuiyuan's hands were stuffed with lots of candy and sponge cakes, and his pockets were also full.

These are all snacks they keep for themselves.

Li Zhuiyuan had rarely experienced such a scene before.

The main reason is that his image and Chen Xiyuan's current situation are a perfect match.

It was already afternoon, nearing dusk, and the alley was approaching its busiest time of day.

All the colorful lights on the signs are lit up, making the whole alley sparkle.

Inside the narrow doors and windows of Yao's Tailor Shop, the old woman, the mother of the owner of the small hotel upstairs, was doing mending.

Women have many clothes, which are easily worn out, so there is a great need for mending and patching.

Some people simply don't know how to sew;
Some people who used to be skilled have become rusty, and besides, they are nowhere near as good as the old woman's skills; after mending, you can't even tell the difference.
Some people are very skilled at needlework, but not this kind of needlework.

The old woman charges very little, just a symbolic amount, so she is very popular in this alley. During the "off-season," in addition to people who come to her for mending clothes, a group of people bring plastic stools and sit at the door of her shop to chat with her. If they have any disputes, they will also ask her to mediate.

Those who do this kind of work generally don't work in their own hometown, so the women here are all considered outsiders. Staying with the old women can reduce their sense of being adrift.

The old woman also liked this kind of life. Her son had long ago told her to close the tailor shop, since it didn't make much money anyway, and besides, it was time for her to rest.

But she was unwilling. She had experienced excitement, and she couldn't bear to give it up. She also enjoyed the feeling of being needed.

I still remember when I was a little girl, I was led by the young lady to the needlework shop.

In front of a group of embroiderers, the young lady stripped naked, hung up, and whipped the steward who had bullied her and tried to force her to marry her son.

He was smoking and cursing at the same time.

"The master of this house is surnamed Liu. Are you surnamed Liu? How dare you bully people here?"
"Ha, it's fortunate you're not surnamed Liu. If someone surnamed Liu dared to bully people like this, I wouldn't be holding a whip today, but a sword! I'd chop his head off and offer it in the ancestral hall, so our ancestors could see what kind of scoundrel has been born into their lineage!"

The headmistress, feeling humiliated by this punishment, cried and threatened to throw herself into the well.

The young lady snorted coldly: "Go ahead and throw yourself in. Once you drown, your soul will see me again. Then you'll see how I torture you."

The headmistress was so frightened that she dared not howl anymore. She and her son knelt in front of the young embroiderers' sleeping quarters for three days and three nights before being driven out of the house.

After that, her life became much better. Not only did no one in the sewing shop dare to bully her, but even the sons and daughters of high status, and even the proper young masters and ladies, would come to her to arrange measurements, and they would speak to her with utmost politeness.

She was somewhat apprehensive, yet she thoroughly enjoyed the experience of making clothes. Many of the materials were so precious that most embroiderers in the world had never even seen them, let alone used them.

The dress she made with the most care in her life was the eldest daughter's wedding gown.

The stitches on a wedding dress are all significant, representing good fortune and symbolizing a happy and fulfilling marriage.

But the worst dress she ever made was that wedding gown.

She always felt that it must have been because she had dozed off while rushing to finish the wedding dress, lost her focus, and miscounted a stitch, which led to the young lady's later...

At this thought, my vision blurred.

The old woman reached out and picked up a white handkerchief from the side, dipped it in water, and began to wipe her eyes.

I don't know why, but all day today I couldn't help but think about things from the past.

Perhaps it's because I'm getting old.

It is said that when people get old, whether they are standing or lying down, as long as they stop to rest, they start to think about the past, like casually taking out roasted peanuts from their pocket and peeling them when their mouth is idle.

After wiping away the tears, my vision became clear.

The old woman saw a young man walking towards her through the shop window, followed by Chen Xiyuan being supported by two women.

This is……

The old woman could tell at a glance from Chen Xiyuan's swaying body that the young girl had suffered extremely serious injuries.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Thank you. Please leave my sister here."

"You know Grandma Yao?"

"Grandma Yao, is this a relative of yours?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Yes, we are family."

Upon hearing this, the old woman immediately stood up and sternly retorted:

"I don't know you, what family?"

Such injuries are difficult to inflict even through imprisonment and torture. Getting involved with such a person can easily lead to trouble in society.

Moreover, once you get closer, the old woman's understanding of her grief becomes even clearer.

It's unbelievable that this girl is still alive after such severe injuries.

illustrate,

This trouble may not originate from society at large, but rather from the underworld.

Therefore, when Li Zhuiyuan said that he was family, Yao Shan was very agitated. How is this any different from throwing mud at her face?
The two women who had helped him over had never seen Grandma Yao so agitated and stern before. They both looked at the boy with suspicion. Just as they were about to speak up to continue questioning Grandma Yao, Li Zhuiyuan looked at the old woman in the shop window and said:

"I am a member of the Liu family."

Woman: "Your surname is Liu, not Yao!"

Another woman: "Then what did you say about being family with Grandma Yao?"

"Young Master!!!"

……

Yaoji Hotel does not offer room bookings, so by this time, there are basically no guests checking in or out.

This move did not cause business to suffer much, because the customers who choose to stay here are mainly looking for cheap accommodations, and Yaoji also has the advantage of being quiet.

Nobody wants to be getting ready for bed in the middle of the night when there's a noise coming from the next room. It not only affects your sleep, but once you get angry, you can't help but go down to a massage parlor. Considering the time spent going up and down the stairs and walking, your wallet will be significantly thinner.

Yao Nian'en checked the accounts and then prepared to go find his wife. It was almost dinner time, a perfect opportunity to spend some time together.

Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly spoke up, saying that she, my wife, and my two sons all had to go into the inner room to pack their things.

His mother has a special room that no family member is allowed to enter casually. His mother goes in a few times a month and stays there for a whole day without being disturbed.

While tidying up the house, my wife touched the fabric on it:
"This material is so comfortable."

"Didn't your mother make you any clothes?"

"I'm just saying it feels good, feel it if you don't believe me."

"I've touched all the more comfortable ones."

"It must be very expensive, right?"

"What does it matter to us whether it's expensive or not?"

"You're not even allowed to say anything, huh? I didn't even want it."

Yao Nian'en is a very filial son and listens to his mother at home.

Logically speaking, the owner of a hotel located in such an alley could live a carefree life, but Yao Nian'en had never been inside, as he had always had a very good relationship with his wife.

The old woman came over and asked, "Are you all ready?"

"Mother, everything is packed up as you instructed."

"Okay, then let's go out. Honey, go downstairs and help carry the person."

"Hey!"

The daughter-in-law has always been obedient to her mother-in-law, mainly because she trusts and respects her.

A low-class mother-in-law likes to quarrel with her daughter-in-law over trivial matters. Yao Shan had lived in the Liu family mansion and had seen a lot of things happening in the inner quarters, so she was naturally not so shallow.

"Mother, I'll go too."

"That's a young woman, your hands are dirty."

Yao Nian'en smiled somewhat awkwardly.

The daughter-in-law went downstairs to help Li Zhuiyuan carry Chen Xiyuan upstairs and into this room. Yao Shan pushed her son and his family out and told them not to come near this place.

After closing and locking the door, it was wrapped with several colors of silk thread.

Take a deep breath, then slowly exhale.

Yao Shan turned around and knelt down in front of Li Zhuiyuan.

"Greetings, son-in-law!"

Li Zhuiyuan was prepared and had his hands ready, and he caught her in time.

"The old lady said that old customs are no longer followed."

"Young master, please let me kneel down. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I have been hoping that one day I can pay my respects to the eldest and youngest wives again. Please grant my wish."

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the hairpin in the old woman's hair and said:
"Since the old lady gave it to you, it means she considers you family. You are the elder. If you want to offend me, then kneel down."

Yao Shan was frozen in place, unsure whether to kneel or stand.

After a while, she pulled the hairpin out of her hair and asked in confusion:
"Does the young master recognize this hairpin?"

"Yes, I've seen Ah Li wear it."

"what!"

Yao Shan obviously didn't know that this was A Li's hairpin.

Otherwise, she wouldn't wear it on ordinary days.

"Young Miss... How could Madam give me your things like this? I..."

The older members of the Liu family still habitually refer to Liu Yumei as "Miss Liu".

However, if Li Zhuiyuan is in front of her, calling her "Miss" would mess up the seniority.

From how Yao Shan refers to herself, it's clear that she doesn't know anything about inheritance.

Aunt Liu and Uncle Qin were both servants of the Qin and Liu families, who were considered the core of the Qin and Liu families, while Grandma Yao was clearly just an outsider.

In the martial arts world, the principles of inheritance are above bloodline. When Grandma Liu entrusted the inheritance of the two Dragon King sects to me, she did not ask me to change my surname or get engaged in advance.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, even though Ah Li has the blood of both families, she should be ranked after herself in the order of the Qin and Liu families.

The title "son-in-law" should not be used to refer to Li Zhuiyuan in the Qin and Liu families.

If we're being serious, in formal settings, Aunt Liu and Uncle Qin would address themselves as "Young Master," or at the very least, as "Young Master of the Family."

However, Yao Shan's title of "son-in-law" was definitely not something she came up with on her own. Ah Li is still young, and it's impossible for her to arrange a husband for Ah Li herself.

So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it was probably Grandma Liu herself who used this form of address in their correspondence with Yao Shan.

There's nothing that sisters-in-law can't talk about, especially older sisters-in-law, who have no taboos.

This was the first time Li Zhuiyuan had learned that Grandma Liu privately referred to him as "grandson-in-law".

Compared to his grandfather, who secretly buys the same clothes in two different colors, he seems rather conservative.

When Li Zhuiyuan said he was from the Liu family, Yao Shan immediately believed him.

Because she had wondered about Li Zhuiyuan's height that morning, and she had made clothes for Li Zhuiyuan herself.

Having composed herself, Yao Shan asked Li Zhuiyuan:
"Young master, is there anything you need me to do?"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to Chen Xiyuan, who was placed on the tailor's table:
"Her tendons are severed, can you mend them for her?"

"Is it just mending the tendons and veins?"

"Is it difficult?"

"No, it's simple. I've used all sorts of materials before, but they're much harder to find than tendons and veins."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Young master, please don't say that. It's my blessing to be able to help you."

Yao Shan took out her sewing box and began preparing; the needles and thread inside were all of high quality.

Besides, many of the fabrics displayed here, if you just randomly picked a piece and sold it outside, would fetch an astronomical price.

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "Why do you live such a simple life?"

Yao Shan: "Miss examined Nian'en and said that Nian'en is not blessed with good fortune and cannot withstand great wealth and honor. She must cherish her blessings to live a long life."

Grandma Yao is well-off; anyone who has a good relationship with Liu Yumei is well-off.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I've checked for you. Your son has already overcome that hurdle."

Yao Shan: "But now he's living a very good life. People call him 'boss' every day, and the family doesn't lack income."

My daughter-in-law is in good health, and my two grandsons are in school and doing well academically. This is already a very good life.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, indeed."

Once Yao Shan was ready, she began administering acupuncture.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't make a sound to disturb her. In fact, afraid of putting pressure on her, the boy deliberately sat in a corner, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

Late at night.

Yao Shan put away her needlework, personally wiped Chen Xiyuan's body, and changed her clothes.

After doing all this, a white handkerchief was handed to her. Yao Shan was taken aback: "Young Master, you're awake?"

"Ah."

Yao Shan put away the white handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve.

"Was it successful?"

"In reply to the young master, although the damage is severe, the girl has strong and robust muscles, so it won't be difficult to sew it up."

"What about recovery in the future?"

"It's not difficult. Although I don't know how, there should be a way to heal completely."

"Ah."

"Young master, I'll go downstairs and have my wife prepare your meal, and then serve you your meal."

"Let's eat together. We're family. It's too formal, and I feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, young master."

Yao Shan untied the thread on the door lock, opened the door, and left the room.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Chen Xiyuan lying on the cutting board and said:

"Now that you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep."

Chen Xiyuan slowly opened her eyes. However, although she was awake, her gaze was still somewhat unfocused, indicating that her consciousness had not fully recovered, similar to a normal person in a semi-conscious state.

This shows that she has experienced far too few life-or-death crises in the past. She lacks the instinct to force herself to quickly regain consciousness in unfamiliar environments, as long as there is even a slight revival of consciousness.

She is not a flower in a greenhouse, but her domain is as powerful as a greenhouse.

Even so, a hint of doubt still lingered in her gaze as she looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

This made the boy wonder if he had made a mistake in his judgment of her at this stage.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Ask whatever you want to ask."

Chen Xiyuan: "You're so young, and you've already become a live-in son-in-law?"

"Snapped!"

A sealing talisman was affixed to Chen Xiyuan's forehead, and she immediately closed her eyes and fainted.

"You should get some more sleep."

(End of this chapter)