Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

At this point, Old Liu's face turned slightly red.

Zhao Dazhu chuckled and said, "Listen to what you're saying. We're from the same village, we see each other all the time. How could I possibly ask you for more money? Don't give me any more money. Just bring me a bowl of mutton soup whenever you slaughter a sheep and have some meat to satisfy my craving."

"Okay, okay, no problem. When I slaughter a sheep for the New Year, I'll not only give you a bowl of mutton soup, but I'll also give you a big leg of lamb!" Old Liu said excitedly.

"I'll remember that. Don't regret it and try to renege on your promise during the New Year," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhao Dazhu and Wang Caixia left Old Liu's house together, and Jia Huizhen, the village doctor, followed them.

Wang Caixia had a lot to say, but when she saw Jia Huizhen, the village doctor, she immediately shut her mouth.

"Old Zhao, your medical skills..."

Jia Huizhen asked, but before she could finish speaking, Zhao Dazhu shook his head repeatedly: "Dr. Jia, please don't ask anymore. I won't say anything. Besides, I already told you that day that everyone has their own secrets. You have them and so do I, so please don't pry."

"Alright, I won't ask you where you learned your medical skills, but you have to explain the prescription you just gave me clearly."

Jia Huizhen paused for a moment, then continued, "I saw everything you did to get the medicine, and I remember the amount of each herb. But I really can't understand how you prepared the medicine."

At this point, Jia Huizhen put the first-aid kit on the ground and rubbed her two delicate, fair hands together a few times.

"What kind of medicine-dispensing technique is this? Is it magic? Old Zhao, don't try to fool me, explain yourself clearly."

Zhao Dazhu felt extremely embarrassed.

The way he just rubbed the medicinal herbs with both hands seems simple, but it's actually quite difficult to explain.

Because this involves the cultivator's true energy.

Rubbing medicinal herbs by hand is merely turning them into powder, but integrating the medicinal properties of so many different powders and causing them to undergo a qualitative change is entirely the work of true qi.

But true qi... what should Zhao Dazhu say?

True Qi is only possessed by cultivators. What's the difference between telling Jia Huizhen about True Qi and telling her that you are a cultivator?

After thinking it over and over, Zhao Dazhu still didn't know how to explain it.

He simply put his hands behind his back, pretending to be an expert: "If I told you directly, what would be the point? Doctor Jia, go back and study it slowly. If you can learn anything from my medicine-preparing technique, your medical skills will definitely make amazing progress."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dazhu quickened his pace and left, giving Wang Caixia a wink.

So Wang Caixia immediately jogged after Zhao Dazhu.

After hearing what Zhao Dazhu had just said, Jia Huizhen stood there in a daze, lost in thought.

When she came to her senses, she found that Zhao Dazhu and the widow Wang Caixia had already disappeared without a trace.

"Old Zhao, are you fucking messing with me?"

Jia Huizhen was so angry that she started cursing and even stomped her feet repeatedly.

Zhao Dazhu and Wang Caixia have already returned to their doorstep.

Pushing open the door, Zhao Dazhu didn't go in immediately, because he discovered that Wang Caixia was still following him.

So he said with a helpless expression, "Caixia, can you please stop following me?"

"No, there are some things I don't understand yet," Wang Caixia said, puffing out her cheeks, almost as if she were pouting at Zhao Dazhu.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"There's so much more! You suddenly became incredibly good at fighting, you also learned some amazing medical skills, and it seems like there's a woman hiding in your house..." Wang Caixia said, counting on her fingers.

Zhao Dazhu didn't react much to the first two things Wang Caixia said, but when he heard her say that she was hiding a woman in her house, he felt a dull ache in his temples.

What's up with this woman?

Even after all this time, why does she still remember this so clearly?

Is there a woman hiding in my house, and is it related to her?

Zhao Dazhu gritted his teeth, preparing to lose his temper and scold Wang Caixia, but pretended to be angry to get away with it.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated a few times in my pocket.

Zhao Dazhu took out his phone and saw that it was a text message from Li Yujiao: "I've hidden it well, don't worry."

Seeing this, Zhao Dazhu was no longer worried about anything.

He turned around and said to Wang Caixia with a smile, "Caixia, you said I'm hiding a woman in my house, right? You've really misunderstood me. Who could I possibly be hiding in my house? This old man, over fifty years old and dirt poor, who would want me?"

Wang Caixia immediately wanted to refute, but Zhao Dazhu followed up with, "I know you don't believe me. Fine, go to my house now and find her. If you can find the woman you're talking about, I'll do anything you ask."

"You said it yourself! Wait till I find her, then we'll see how you explain yourself!"

After saying that, Wang Caixia stormed into Zhao Dazhu's yard and ran towards the house.

After entering the house, Wang Caixia searched everywhere, checking the living room, kitchen, bedroom...

She even opened the bedroom closet to search, and even lay on the floor to look under the bed.

However, she was exhausted but couldn't find a single ghost.

"Did you find it?" Zhao Dazhu asked with a smile.

"Where...where did you hide her?" Wang Caixia got up from the ground and asked angrily.

"I didn't hide anything. There's no one else in my house. You've misunderstood me. It's no wonder you can't find me now," Zhao Dazhu said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Then let me ask you, you only stayed home for about ten minutes at noon today, and you prepared a huge table of dishes. Is that even possible?" Wang Caixia asked.

"I actually prepared the food before leaving home in the morning, and then I just reheated it when I got home at noon, so it was very quick."

After a short while, Zhao Dazhu had come up with a reason, and his answer was so quick and decisive that it could be described as without a second thought.

"Then why are there two bowls of rice and two pairs of chopsticks on the table?" Wang Caixia asked again.

Zhao Dazhu pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I... I've been single for so long, how could I not think about women? I also long for the feeling of eating and drinking with my wife, so when I ate, I made two bowls of rice and set out two pairs of chopsticks, pretending that I have a wife..."

As Zhao Dazhu spoke, he rubbed his hands together repeatedly, convincingly portraying feelings of shame, embarrassment, and awkwardness.

Hearing Zhao Dazhu say this, Wang Caixia finally believed it.

She also felt embarrassed, awkwardly rubbing her hands together, and said, "I know you're lonely, but I didn't expect you to be this lonely... Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this, and I won't embarrass you."