Peerless Little Divine Doctor: The Beautiful CEO Falls for Me

"By the way, sister-in-law, what happened to the stack of money that Li Dazhuang slammed on the table earlier?" Chen Yuanbao suddenly asked.

Widow Liu was taken aback and pointed to the area under her pillow.

Chen Yuanbao took them out and counted them—including the previous amount, there were a total of seven hundred yuan.

"Sister-in-law, keep the money." He stuffed it back into his hand. "What's yours is yours."

Widow Liu's eyes instantly reddened.

Her husband died in a mining accident three years ago, leaving her a widow tending two acres of meager land. The wealthy and powerful men in the village swarm around her like flies, openly and secretly, but has anyone ever thought of her feelings?

"Yuanbao, your sister-in-law knows you're a good person." She wiped away her tears and carefully hid the money.

Chen Yuanbao looked at the sky; it was already evening.

"Sister-in-law, I'm going back now."

"Hey, wait!" Widow Liu quickly wrapped two steamed buns and a few pickled vegetables in oiled paper and stuffed them into his arms, "Eat them on the way."

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Chen Yuanbao's "home" is at the east end of the village. It's a dilapidated mud-brick house left by his parents. Over the years, it has been battered by wind and rain, with peeling paint and sparse thatch on the roof. On rainy days, the house can hold half a basin of water.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a musty smell hit me.

He sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), swallowed a steamed bun in a few bites, and only then did he have time to sort out the chaotic information in his mind.

The woman in the Taoist robe claimed to be a fairy from the ancient cultivation world named Xuanqing. A thousand years ago, she suffered a great calamity, and her primordial spirit was severely injured. She sealed a wisp of her inheritance mark into the bloodline of Chen Yuanbao's ancestors, waiting for a destined person to awaken it.

Li Dazhuang's fire stick, by a twist of fate, activated the inherited mark in his bloodline, not only restoring his intelligence but also granting him a copy of the "Taiqing Xuanyuan Gong," along with basic knowledge of alchemy, weapon crafting, and array formation.

"Cultivation..." Chen Yuanbao muttered to himself, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) and slowly regulated his breathing according to the breathing techniques described in the manual.

At first, I couldn't feel anything.

But gradually, he realized that there was indeed a very subtle energy in the air, which was seeping into his body with each breath—though it was thin, it made him feel comfortable all over.

"Is this Reiki?"

He guided the energy slowly into his dantian according to the technique.

He opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time. It was pitch black outside the window, with a cold moon hanging high in the sky.

I sat there for most of the night.

My body felt noticeably lighter, and the wound on my forehead had completely healed, even the scab had fallen off.

"nice one."

He got off the kang (a heated brick bed) to stretch his muscles and bones. Just as he reached the door, he heard a very light footstep coming from outside the courtyard.

The footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible, but with his now keen senses, they were crystal clear.

He peered through the crack in the door—

A dark figure crept over furtively, clutching a gleaming machete in its hand.

By the moonlight, the face was clearly that of Li Dazhuang.

Chen Yuanbao sneered inwardly.

This guy wasn't satisfied, afraid he hadn't killed him enough, so he came to finish him off.

That's ruthless enough.

He quietly retreated back into the house and hid behind the door.

Li Dazhuang tiptoed in and pushed open the door. Moonlight shone in, and he saw that the kang (a heated brick bed) was empty. He was startled.

Where are they...?

Before he could finish speaking, a cold wind blew from behind him.

A large hand had already gripped his throat, forcefully pressing this man weighing over 100 pounds against the wall with one hand.

"Brother Dazhuang, what are you doing at my house so late?"

Chen Yuanbao's sinister voice rang in Li Dazhuang's ears.

Li Dazhuang was terrified. He never imagined that the idiot he had beaten to death was still alive and incredibly strong. Chen Yuanbao had lifted him up with one hand, despite him weighing over 100 pounds.

"Chen...Chen Yuanbao, you...you don't kill me, I'll give you money!" Li Dazhuang said, trembling.

"Money?" Chen Yuanbao laughed. "Brother Dazhuang, you punched me so many times today, and you think you can just send me away with a few coins?"

Li Dazhuang's mind raced. He knew that if word got out about what happened today, he would be utterly disgraced in the village.

Moreover, since his attempt to assault someone failed, he might face legal trouble.

"Chen Yuanbao, whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"

Li Dazhuang said through gritted teeth.

Chen Yuanbao hesitated for a moment, then rolled his eyes and loosened his grip on Li Dazhuang's neck.

"Brother Dazhuang, I won't make things difficult for you."

Chen Yuanbao sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and said slowly, "Give me five thousand yuan, and we'll consider today's matter over."

"Five thousand?" Li Dazhuang gasped. "Chen Yuanbao, you're trying to kill me!"

"Then how much is your life worth?"

Chen Yuanbao coldly retorted, "Brother Dazhuang, don't forget, you came here with a knife to kill me today. If this charge is proven true, your life is over."

Li Dazhuang trembled all over.

"Okay, five thousand it is. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"I'll deliver it tonight," Chen Yuanbao said without room for argument. "I'll go to your house with you to pick it up."

Li Dazhuang had no choice but to take Chen Yuanbao back to his home.

Li Dazhuang's wife, Wang Guihua, was a shrew. When she heard the noise and got up to check, she found that her husband had brought the village's mentally challenged man home, and she was about to fly into a rage.

Chen Yuanbao spoke first: "Sister-in-law Guihua, Brother Dazhuang owes me some money. He'll pay me back tonight."

"Owe you money?" Wang Guihua stared wide-eyed at her husband, "Li Dazhuang, what have you done now?"

Li Dazhuang stammered and couldn't get the words out.

Chen Yuanbao smiled憨厚ly: "Sister Guihua, it's like this, Brother Dazhuang fell at the village entrance a few days ago, and I helped him home. He said he wanted to thank me and gave me five thousand yuan."

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