A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

This winter is the first winter since the ancient maple tree came into this era.

For Shenzhen residents, this winter is colder than usual.

But for Gu Feng, who grew up amidst the chaos and famine of ancient times, this was nothing at all.

While Mayumoto and Lao Yi were preoccupied with trivial matters and overwhelmed with worries, Gu Feng was leisurely sitting in a beanbag chair in the courtyard, enjoying the warm afternoon sun.

After merging with the previous household, the house suddenly became more than twice as big.

The two spacious courtyards combined together are even larger than a basketball court.

Besides being able to park about ten cars, it also gave Gu Feng a small garden.

At this moment, he was leisurely rocking in a beanbag chair in the garden.

The flowers are beautiful, but the people are even more beautiful.

Sitting beside Gu Feng were Shi Yurou and He Qiaoqing. Shi Yurou was gentle, dignified, beautiful, and elegant, with a face that could topple kingdoms and cities. Her beauty could be described as surpassing that of the past and present, and even lotus flowers would be ashamed of her jade-like face.

The other is innocent, simple, clear, and passionate, as beautiful as a peach blossom in spring and as pure as a chrysanthemum in autumn.

Winter sunshine, fragrant flowers, beautiful women—a harmonious scene.

In this situation, Gu Feng wanted to compose a poem to suit the mood.

After some thought, I finally began to sing softly.

"...The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river's islet. A fair maiden, a gentleman's ideal. The watercress grows thick and thin, flowing left and right. A fair maiden, he seeks her waking and sleeping. Unable to obtain her, he longs for her waking and sleeping. Oh, how he longs for her, tossing and turning in bed. The watercress grows thick and thin, gathered left and right. A fair maiden, he befriends her with zither and lute. The watercress grows thick and thin, plucked left and right. A fair maiden, he delights her with bells and drums..."

The two women, who were reading books and newspapers, stopped in their tracks and looked at him in surprise. They truly hadn't expected that the esteemed Mr. Gu possessed such literary talent.

"Gu Feng, I never expected you could recite poetry," Shi Yurou said with a smile.

"Brother, you're amazing. I've heard others recite this poem over and over again, and it's just the first two lines. I never expected it to be so long afterwards," He Qiaoqing couldn't help but praise.

Actually, Gu Feng hadn't expected this either.

He only knows this one poem when it comes to composing classical Chinese prose, and he doesn't quite understand its meaning.

If you were to actually ask him what the Book of Songs means, he might stammer and be unable to say anything.

However, this is just for fun; who cares whether you truly understand or not?

It's already quite an achievement to be able to pronounce so many obscure words clearly and accurately.

So when he heard the two women's praise, Gu Da Guanren felt guilty and his face turned red. He could only smile and not explain anything.

Being uncultured is terrible, but being reckless with your words is even worse.

Shi Yurou looked at Gu Feng for a while before saying, "Gu Feng, I've noticed that you've changed a bit lately."

"I've changed? What's changed?" Gu Feng looked down at himself. He hadn't gained or lost weight; he still looked the same as when he transmigrated, except that he had changed his ancient costume into a Western suit.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just feel like you're a little different than before," Shi Yurou shook her head.

"My brother has become more mature than before," He Qiaoqing interjected.

"Is that so?" Gu Feng remained noncommittal. If he had to change, it would be in one thing—he felt he was more of a rogue than before.

Shi Yurou nodded: "You have indeed matured a bit. Compared to when I first met you."

Recalling the awkwardness of their first meeting, both Shi Yurou and Gu Feng blushed slightly.

Gu Feng was indeed quite a rogue back then!

Fortunately, he was both a rogue and quite meticulous, which allowed him to discover Shi Yurou's condition.

Otherwise, she would probably still be suffering from illness by now.

Recalling this embarrassing yet fortunate incident, Shi Yurou couldn't help but glance at Gu Feng a few more times, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection.

But Gu Feng, that blockhead, was completely oblivious to romance and asked, "Sister Rou, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ahem." Shi Yurou was very embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, "Gu Feng, I might not be able to cook for you guys after this weekend."

"Huh? Where are you going?" Gu Feng and He Qiaoqing asked in unison. Clearly, they were both reluctant to part with the cook.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's just that the factory is finally in the final stages of completion after working day and night to meet the deadline. Man'er will also be bringing the equipment back from Beijing soon. So I need to get everything ready before she comes back," Shi Yurou explained.

"Oh, I see." Gu Feng suddenly realized. Counting the days, it was true, Senior Brother Erxi should be arriving soon, and Su Man'er should be back too. But when would Peng Liangpei be able to return?

Thinking of this woman, Gu Feng felt as if something sharp was piercing his heart, making him feel uncomfortable, painful, and helpless...

"Brother, brother, I'm talking to you, can you hear me?" He Qiaoqing called out repeatedly, even waving her hand in front of his eyes a few times, which finally woke Gu Feng from his reverie.

"Uh, you called me?" Gu Feng turned around.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed in your thoughts." He Qiaoqing asked.

"I wasn't thinking about anything," Gu Feng replied casually, then looked around but didn't see Shi Yurou. He couldn't help but ask, "Where's Sister Rou?"

"Didn't she just tell you that she had to go out to run some errands? And you nodded in agreement."

"Uh." Gu Feng couldn't help but smile wryly. Thinking of Peng Liangpei always made him drift off. So he asked again, "What did you just say to me?"

"Brother, the weather is so warm today, don't you want to go somewhere fun?" He Qiaoqing asked curiously.

"Go out?" Gu Feng shook his head. It was a rare day he could stay at home without having to run around, so he didn't want to go out at all.

"Oh." He Qiaoqing was slightly disappointed. She had originally thought that if Gu Feng went out, he could take her along for the fun.

When they get to some remote place, or a hotel, she can take the opportunity to make it a done deal.

Ever since Fan Yun moved in, the house has become crowded and noisy. She and Gu Feng are never alone together; either Shi Yurou or Fan Yun is there.

There was always a third wheel around, making it impossible for her to make a move against Gu Feng.

She even considered using her beauty to seduce or forcibly taking advantage of Gu Feng—if she could get her hands on that kind of drug.

"By the way, Qing'er, I've been treating you for a while now. Have you remembered anything from the past?" Gu Feng asked, remembering He Qiaoqing's amnesia.

"No, I can't remember anything." He Qiaoqing shook her head in confusion.

"I see." Gu Feng was somewhat dejected upon hearing this reply. He had tried almost everything he could to treat He Qiaoqing's illness, including all sorts of miraculous remedies, folk prescriptions, and miracle cures, but nothing had worked.

There's no other way but to adopt a more conservative approach, which is acupuncture treatment.

Every night before He Qiaoqing went to sleep, she received acupuncture. This had been going on for quite some time, but it still had no effect whatsoever.

He Qiaoqing looked around, and her eyes lit up.

Fan Yun went out early in the morning, and Shi Yurou was not there either.

Isn't now the best opportunity?

So he said to Gu Feng, "Brother, could we not save our treatment for tonight? Since we're not going out, let's do it now."

"Okay, let's do it now." Gu Feng nodded.

Anyway, I'm just idling around, and I'm bored anyway.

"Alright then, you sit here and soak up the sun for a while longer. I'm going to take a shower first." After saying that, He Qiaoqing ran into the house like a little bird.

Gu Feng was a little confused, staring blankly at her back.

What's the connection between acupuncture and bathing?