Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

At night, in the grove behind the hospital, moonlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns.

Zhao Xiaoman sat facing Liu Xiangyang on his lap, her arms around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, while Liu Xiangyang gently stroked her back.

After a long while, Zhao Xiaoman's muffled voice rang out: "Xiangyang, why do you think Zhou Zhiming ran away? They're not even going to execute him anymore. He can just stay on the farm for a few years and then be released. Why did he run away?"

"Who knows? Maybe they'll just impulsively run away."

Zhao Xiaoman looked up at him: "But without a letter of introduction, where can he run off to? Does he expect to go into the mountains and become a wild man?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and reached out to brush the stray hairs from her forehead.

"He might be being chased by a tiger right now, and maybe tomorrow we'll find out he's been eaten by a tiger."

Zhao Xiaoman was amused by him and lightly punched him: "Nonsense, you really can go and live like a savage?"

Liu Xiangyang pulled her closer to him: "Alright, stop thinking about him. It's all in the past. Let him go. It has nothing to do with us."

Zhao Xiaoman was quiet for a moment, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, I was originally planning to wear those stockings for you tonight..."

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her.

Zhao Xiaoman blushed slightly, but her eyes held a hint of apology: "But I'm not in the mood right now..."

Liu Xiangyang reached out and pinched her cheek: "It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities. You're not going to run away. Wear it for me when you're in a better mood."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him, her eyes bright: "Aren't you in a hurry?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and hugged her even tighter: "You're in a hurry, but your happiness is more important."

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then buried her face in his chest and hugged him tightly: "Xiangyang, you're so good to me..."

Liu Xiangyang gently patted and stroked her back.

The moonlight shone down quietly, the wind blew gently, and the leaves rustled.

After a while, Zhao Xiaoman suddenly raised her head, looked at him, her lips moved, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: "Xiangyang, are you feeling pent up? Or should I use..."

Liu Xiangyang reached out and pressed his hand to her lips. He looked into her eyes and shook his head: "No need."

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

Liu Xiangyang brushed the hair away from her face and said earnestly, "You have something on your mind right now, and I don't want you to feel this way. Let's take it slow when you're happy again."

Zhao Xiaoman stared at him for several seconds, her eyes slowly reddening. She didn't say anything, but just hugged him tighter.

Liu Xiangyang put his arm around her and gently patted her back.

Director Qin smiled and nodded, then sat down again.

Liu Xiangyang didn't rush to act. He first bowed to Director Qin and said, "Director Qin, I am unworthy of your praise. I owe all my skills to Teacher Sun's careful guidance. Teacher Sun's medical expertise is the real treasure."

Sun Famiao listened from the side, a smirk playing on his lips, but he said, "Alright, alright, stop flattering me and get to work."

Director Qin laughed heartily, pointing at Sun Famiao: "Old Sun, your apprentice knows how to talk!"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and turned to Director Qin: "Director Qin, shall we begin now? You should lie down on the bed, and I'll give you another acupuncture."

Without saying a word, Director Qin stood up and began to take off his coat.

"Great! It's been hurting a bit again these past couple of days, and that injection you gave me, Xiao Liu, really worked. It kept me comfortable for three or four days." He took off his coat and handed it to Secretary Wang, then lay down on the bed, turned to look at Liu Xiangyang, and said, "Come on, I'm ready."

Liu Xiangyang walked to the bedside and took out several silver needles from his needle case.

His hands moved swiftly; with the first needle, Director Qin only tensed slightly. The second and third needles were equally fast and precise, almost imperceptible. Director Qin didn't even have time to feel the pain before the needles were in place.

Sun Famiao watched from the side, his eyes slightly narrowed, a smile playing on his lips—this kid's technique is even more refined than last time.

When he was about to insert the last needle, Liu Xiangyang paused for a moment.

The needle was inserted slowly, gently twisting downwards. Director Qin felt a sharp pain and gritted his teeth, remaining silent. Liu Xiangyang's mental energy had already spread out, and his decomposition ability activated silently, shaving off another small corner of the shrapnel.

"alright."

Liu Xiangyang put away the needle and took a step back.

Director Qin sat up, stretched his back, and stared wide-eyed.

"Huh? It's even faster this time! And..." He stood up, took a couple of steps, and stretched, "Relaxed! Even more relaxed than last week!"

He looked at Liu Xiangyang with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Little Liu, how did you practice such a skill? It's only been a few minutes!"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Teacher Sun taught well, and I just practiced diligently."

Sun Famiao, standing beside him, held a teacup, took a leisurely sip, and smacked his lips.

"Alright, Lao Qin, stop asking. You won't understand anyway. Just a few more acupuncture sessions and your old ailment should be cured."

Director Qin laughed heartily and patted Liu Xiangyang on the shoulder: "Good! Good! Once it's all done, I'll have to thank you properly! I have to go now."

Secretary Wang smiled along with him, his expression becoming even more respectful than before.

Liu Xiangyang and Sun Famiao accompanied Director Qin on foot to the teaching building.

Director Qin stopped and turned around to wave at them: "Alright, alright, don't bother seeing me off, go back to your own business."

Sun Famiao nodded: "Alright then, Director Qin, please drive carefully."

Director Qin then looked at Liu Xiangyang, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile in his eyes, "See you next week, Xiao Liu."

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Take care, Director Qin."

Secretary Wang nodded to them and followed Director Qin toward the jeep parked by the roadside.

Liu Xiangyang stood there and watched them get into the car.

Suddenly, a thought struck him—someone was watching him.

A silent, spiritual force spread out, and in the shadows around the corner of the teaching building, a figure appeared and disappeared. It was Lin Xue. She hid in the corner, only half her face showing, her eyes fixed on this direction, her lips slightly bitten. Seeing Director Qin get into the jeep, her eyelashes trembled, she glanced at Liu Xiangyang again, and then turned and disappeared around the corner.

Liu Xiangyang's lips curled up slightly.

"Let's go," Sun Famiao said from the side.

He looked away and followed Sun Famiao into the teaching building.

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Lin Xue quickly walked through the corridor and returned to the classroom.

The classroom was still filled with the noise of students practicing acupuncture. She sat down in her seat, opened her handouts, but stared at the pages without turning a single one.

My mind was filled with the scene I had just witnessed—Director Qin, that jeep, and Liu Xiangyang standing there, chatting and laughing with that important figure.

She bit her lip, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the handouts.

A figure flashed by at the door, and Liu Xiangyang followed Sun Famiao inside.

Lin Xue raised her head and looked at him.

Liu Xiangyang exchanged a glance with her, nodded, and then casually walked back to his seat. Lin Xue's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to be looking at the lecture notes.

Zhao Xiaoman leaned closer to Liu Xiangyang and whispered something.

Lin Xue glanced over and saw Zhao Xiaoman smiling with her eyes crinkled, their hands already clasped together under the table.

She glanced at Liu Xiangyang and then looked away, secretly making up her mind, a slow smile spreading across her face.