Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Seven days after returning from the grain transport battlefield, the bandage on his left shoulder was removed. Mr. Shen unwrapped the strips of cloth one by one, revealing the healed incision underneath.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible back then, but now only a pale pink piece of new flesh remains.

Mr. Shen pressed two fingers around the wound, then asked Fu Qing to raise his left arm and rotate it twice, which Fu Qing did.

Old Mr. Shen took off his reading glasses and wiped them on his clothes. He then pulled Fu Qing's wrist over and took his pulse for about half a cup of tea's time, and sighed.

"In my decades of medical practice, I have never seen anyone recover so quickly. Your body is so strong that even if you were cut in two, it would grow back on its own."

Fu Qing lowered his sleeves. "You flatter me, sir. How has my wife, Yawei, been feeling lately?"

Old Mr. Shen tidied up the medicine grinder and silver needles on the table without looking up.

"She was already in good health to begin with. She was very thin from hunger back in the mountains, but she has been eating and sleeping well in Ironblood City for the past few months, which has helped her replenish her energy and blood."

"You can't rush getting pregnant; it depends on fate. The more you rush it, the less likely it is to happen. If you don't rush it, it will happen."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Mr. Shen glanced at him through his reading glasses but didn't reply.

...

When Fu Qing returned home, Song Yawei was sitting under the jujube tree sewing a small garment.

Fu Qing sat down next to her. Song Yawei pinned the needle to the fabric, pulled his left arm over, rolled up the sleeve, and carefully examined the newly grown pink scar.

"Don't push yourself so hard in the future."

Fu Qing hummed in agreement.

Song Yawei stitched up two stitches and added another sentence.

"You always say 'yes,' and you always keep trying."

Fu Qing didn't reply, but reached into the sewing basket on her lap, took a ball of yarn, and tossed it around in his hand. Song Yawei snatched the yarn back from him and glared at him.

...

Song Yawei and Song Nini's "plan to keep their children alive" is still ongoing.

It's kind of funny—the two sisters secretly arranged a schedule, taking turns coming one day at a time, with whoever was pregnant accompanying Fu Qing.

Song Yawei even took an old almanac she bought from the market and turned to one page every day, marking it with circles and crosses.

...

One morning two weeks later, Song Yawei got up and stood in the kitchen for a long time without moving.

Song Nini came out of the house yawning and was startled to see her sister leaning against the stove, motionless. "Sis, what's wrong?"

Song Yawei turned her head, her expression a mix of crying and laughing. "My period is late this month, it seems to be five days late."

Song Nini paused for a moment, then turned and ran towards the pharmacy.

He was running so fast that he tripped at the gate of the courtyard. He got up without even taking off his shoes and continued running with one bare foot.

She practically dragged and pulled Mr. Shen to her home, and on the way there he thought that Fu Qing's wound had gotten into trouble.

Upon entering, I saw Song Yawei sitting in a chair, with Fu Qing standing beside her; both of them had somewhat stiff expressions.

Mr. Shen didn't ask anything, but sat down and placed his fingers on Song Yawei's wrist.

He held it for a while, then switched hands and continued holding it, while Song Nini held the corners of her apron with both hands beside him.

Mr. Shen put his hand down, pushed his reading glasses up his nose, and his face crinkled into a smile.

"Congratulations, it's a pregnancy test."

Fu Qing stood at the door for a long time, stunned.

Song Yawei sat in the chair, her hands folded and pressed against her lower abdomen, her head bowed.

Fu Qing walked over and squatted down in front of her, reaching out to lift her chin. She looked up and punched Fu Qing on the shoulder. "I'm pregnant."

Fu Qing nodded. "Yes, she's pregnant."

He looked at Song Yawei's belly and felt a strange sensation.

Having been in this world for some time now, he has always considered himself a tourist, and his battles are like playing a video game.

Now, with Song Yawei carrying his child, he suddenly felt connected to the world again, and his heart settled down.

Song Nini jumped up and down with joy, shouting, "I'm going to be a stepmother! I'm going to be a stepmother!" After jumping twice, she suddenly stopped and ran to Mr. Shen, bowing three times, almost knocking over the medicine box in Mr. Shen's hands.

Mr. Shen prescribed three doses of medicine to prevent miscarriage, and wrote down the decoction and administration methods for each dose on the prescription and handed it to Fu Qing.

Fu Qing kept the prescription in mind and posted it on the wall of the kitchen. He never slacked off when preparing the medicine according to the prescription every day.

Fu Qing tidied up the courtyard again and moved a bamboo recliner under the jujube tree. The chair legs were half a head shorter than ordinary ones, so Song Yawei could sit down and lean back without bending over.

A clay pot was added to the kitchen specifically for stewing a soup to help prevent miscarriage. Fu Qing ordered fresh pork ribs from a butcher shop in the market for a long-term supply, and the butcher shop owner delivered the ribs to her door every three days.

A row of mosquito-repelling plants has been newly planted on the courtyard wall, and several pots of calming herbs brought from Shen's Pharmacy have been placed on the windowsill. It is said that they can help pregnant women sleep better.

One day, he returned from the market carrying a large bag of pickled plums and candied fruit.

Song Yawei sat on the bamboo chair, holding the jar, and ate half of it. After finishing, she smacked her lips.

"Not sour enough. Next time I'll buy from Old Zhao's on West Street. His sour plums are made with wild hawthorns, so they're more sour than this."

Song Nini picked one out of the jar and popped it into her mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, her whole face scrunched up, and her tongue stuck out for a long time, unable to retract.

"Isn't this sour? Sis, are you carrying a vinegar jar?"

Song Yawei snatched another one from her hand and popped it into her mouth without batting an eye.

...

A few days later, in the evening, Song Nini suddenly also started feeling nauseous.

That evening, there were four dishes and a soup on the table. Song Nini picked up a piece of pork rib and took a bite, but her expression changed.

She put down the ribs, covered her mouth, and ran out of the kitchen. She squatted under the jujube tree and dry heaved for a while, but nothing came out.

Fu Qing followed her out and squatted down next to her, patting her back.

Song Nini vomited for a while, then looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "Brother-in-law—am I pregnant too?"

Fu Qing was taken aback. "I'll go get someone!"

...

Mr. Shen was invited to the house again. The old man arrived even faster than last time. He sat down, took Song Nini's pulse, and after finishing, took off his reading glasses, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Fu Qing.

"Brother Fu, in all my years of practicing medicine, I have rarely admired anyone, but you are an exception. You are unerringly accurate!"

Song Yawei laughed so hard she almost fell over in her chair. After she finished laughing, she quickly covered her stomach to make sure she didn't choke on her laughter.

Song Nini sat next to her, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, and a smile playing on her lips.

Fu Qing scratched his head, revealing his bright white teeth, "Just lucky, just lucky."

The news that the two sisters were both pregnant spread throughout the entire town in less than three days.

Fu Qing added two iron bolts to the courtyard gate and picked out a black hunting dog, about half a person's height, from Han Yue to tie up in the yard.

The dog looked fierce, but it actually had a very good temper. When Song Nini first saw it, she was so scared that she didn't dare to get close. But in less than three days, she fed it so much that it would circle around her.

Fu Qing left a message for Xiao Lu—if any unfamiliar people were wandering around the alley while he was away, he instructed the border guards on night patrol to make a few more trips in this direction.

Zhou Tie overheard Fu Qing instructing his soldiers on this matter in the drill ground, and let out a heavy snort.

"You think you're in the army just to guard your house?"

After humming, he still sent two more border soldiers to patrol the alleys near Fu Qing's house.

While Fu Qing's courtyard was filled with joy, Duan Tieshan had been sitting in the study of the city lord's mansion all night.

There were no lights in the study. The moonlight shone on the chessboard in front of Duan Tieshan. Most of the chess pieces were scattered, with only a few black and a few white pieces remaining on the board.

Mr. Shen set Duan Peng's leg bones, but his right knee was shattered, and even if the bones heal, he will be lame for the rest of his life.

Duan Tieshan did not show his emotions in front of anyone during this incident. He did not throw things, curse, or slam the table. He simply called Mr. Wu, a retainer of his household, to play a game of chess.

Mr. Wu sat opposite him, holding a white piece in his hand, waiting for Duan Tieshan to make his move. The two played chess for most of the night, and neither of them mentioned Duan Peng.

In the middle game, Duan Tieshan slammed a black piece onto the board with a crisp "smack," causing the pieces on the board to bounce.

"I want that little beast dead!"