That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

"However, since I said I would save her, I will not go back on my word."

As she finished speaking, willow catkins, typical of February, drifted past her like a gentle rain.

Jiang Jingming sat on the steps, looking up at the figure in white.

The people of Fengling City have good taste; Fang Zhiyi is indeed suitable for the title of Rain Master.

Let spring's beauty linger, and let heaven and earth remain forever young.

......

Fang Zhiyi chose a very casual location for Xiao Xiong's medical treatment, just a small inn on the outskirts of the city.

The guest room was very clean. Little Bear lay flat on the bed with a white cloth under him, and Fang Zhiyi's sewing kit was spread out to the side.

Jiang Jingming took a candlestick and carefully placed it beside her.

The children of Xiongxiong Village boiled a large bucket of hot water and set it aside, watching the little bear with reluctance.

The little bear looked pale, but remained relatively calm. Even though he was the one lying in the hospital bed, he gently comforted his worried companions.

"Alright, everyone, please leave now."

Jiang Jingming knew that these kids would never stop dawdling, so he waved them away.

Compared to the children's worries, he was much calmer, after all, he had witnessed Fang Zhiyi's medical skills.

It feels like even if someone has already reached the Bridge of Helplessness in the underworld, she can still pull their soul back with her intervention.

After dragging the unruly children out one by one, Jiang Jingming retreated outside the door, held onto the door frame with both hands, and cast his last glance at Fang Zhiyi.

She was holding a long needle in the candlelight, her brows furrowed and eyes lowered, and in a daze, she seemed to possess a faint divine quality.

Jiang Jingming couldn't help but take a few more glances before closing the door and turning to go downstairs.

Some children squatted with their heads in their hands at the entrance of the inn, some paced back and forth anxiously, and some drank water in large gulps, trying to calm their unease.

Ah Huang's ear wound has been bandaged, with ointment applied and a layer of gauze wrapped around it.

Xie Yunqi held Ah Huang's front legs with both hands to prevent it from shoving the medicine away on its own.

"How was it? How was it?!"

Seeing him come down, Xie Yunqi hurried over, his expression full of worry.

Her anxiety was no less than that of the children around her, but she deliberately endured it.

"What do you mean, 'how about'? It's only just begun."

Jiang Jingming casually patted Ah Huang's head, and it barked twice in response.

The silly dog ​​seemed to realize that applying medicine was helping it heal its wounds, and unlike before, it didn't bare its teeth when it felt pain.

"oops!"

Xie Yunqi lowered his head dejectedly.

"Don't worry, someone like Fang Zhiyi would never promise something she's not sure she can do."

Jiang Jingming spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the inn.

Dust rippled in the afternoon sun, the sound of travelers' horses' hooves faded into the distance, and the wind made the inn's door creak.

It seemed like an ordinary afternoon, but after today, a child's fate would be rewritten.

......

evening.

A large number of people were sleeping haphazardly in the lobby of the inn.

Xie Yunqi also rested his head on Jiang Jingming's arm and fell into a deep sleep on the table.

The young lady bought the right to use the inn for the day with a silver ingot, so everyone put up the "Closed" sign with peace of mind and gathered together to wait for the treatment to end.

However, last night, while rushing down the mountain, and due to excessive worry, they were all children, and one after another, they all fell asleep.

Only Jiang Jingming remained awake, pouring himself a drink.

The ordinary liquor stored in the inn's wine jars was probably diluted with some water, making it taste bland and tasteless.

But there wasn't much else to do to pass the time.

Jiang Jingming, amidst the chorus of snores around him, watched the young lady's beautiful sleeping face and drank alone until the sun completely set and night fell.

Finally, I heard someone on the second floor get up and open the door.

Jiang Jingming quickly put down his wine glass, gently lifted Xie Yunqi's head with one hand, and carefully pulled his arm back.

"hiss."

The tingling and numb sensation from being used as a pillow for several hours made him gasp.

He got up quietly and had only climbed a few steps when he saw Fang Zhiyi leaning on the railing, giving him a slight smile.

She looked unusually tired, her figure as slender as a willow catkin in the candlelight.

"How about it?"

Jiang Jingming walked quickly to her side and asked in a low voice.

"The root cause of the disease has been removed. With a few days of rest, she will be a healthy little girl again."

Fang Zhiyi smiled, her voice very soft:

"Let her get some sleep first."

"it is good."

Jiang Jingming nodded and glanced into the room.

Several stacks of blood-stained gauze were placed in a bucket beside the bed, and the person on the bed was sleeping peacefully under the covers.

"You should rest for a while too. I've already tidied up the room next door."

Jiang Jingming casually pushed open the door to the other guest room.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi shook her head and gently grasped his wrist.

"Come for a walk with me."

The cool temperature of his fingertips against his wrist made Jiang Jingming pause for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"it is good."

......

The two left the inn, and a desolate moon rose over the outskirts of the city.

Fang Zhiyi walked ahead of him with her hands behind her back, the night wind causing her skirt to flutter and sway.

Jiang Jingming felt that she might really be a little tired, so he couldn't help but speak up:

"Is the little bear's illness more troublesome than we thought?"

"Hmm... I can't really say."

Fang Zhiyi didn't stop walking. She turned around gracefully in the wind and revealed a faint smile.

"But that child's heart was born smaller than others, which increased the risk of opening her chest to draw blood. If my incision had been off by even a fraction, she would never have woken up again."

When did you find out?

Just hearing about such a dangerous situation made Jiang Jingming's heart tremble with fear.

"When her heart was cut open."

Fang Zhiyi answered slowly.

Even she couldn't predict this beforehand, and by the time the blade sliced ​​through her skin, it was too late to regret it.

And she has never regretted her path as a doctor.

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Jingming couldn't help but gasp.

He remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head and saying:

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble with this."

He suddenly understood why the Ghost Doctor was so reluctant to save people; there were too many uncontrollable factors involved.

Being too involved in the karma of others is ultimately a mistake.

It seems that the little bear has a really bad life.

She was born with deficiency of both lungs and kidneys, and also had heart problems. Even the gods seemed to have decided that she was destined to die young.

……

However, she met Fang Zhiyi.

Then the deity withdrew, declaring that fate was now in her hands.

Chapter 137 "Special People"

The two walked slowly along the country road, one in front of the other.

Fang Zhiyi's steps were light, stepping into the pale moonlight.

Jiang Jingming couldn't guess what the Rain Master was thinking after just saving a life, so he could only follow in her footsteps.

Only when a dilapidated temple stood before them did Zhiyi stop.

"Before drinking that anesthetic medicine, the child told me that she was not afraid, that she trusted me, and that the Buddha would protect her."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the dilapidated plaque on the temple's door and smiled slightly.

Why did she say that?

Jiang Jingming lowered his head, and the moonlight reflected their shadows, making them appear as if they were leaning against each other.

"She said her friends often prayed to Buddha on her behalf, hoping that she would get better soon and live a long life."

As Fang Zhiyi spoke, she lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped over the decaying threshold in front of the temple.

Jiang Jingming followed behind her, thinking that if this Bodhisattva was truly efficacious, the temple probably wouldn't be in such a dilapidated state.

The interior of the temple was no better than the exterior; the old beams were riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse, cobwebs covered the corners, and a damp, musty smell wafted through the air.

The running track was piled with odds and ends: a broken wooden fish, a clock, and even a dusty guqin.

Inside the temple was a Buddha statue. Jiang Jingming walked closer and looked up to examine it more closely.

The gilded Buddha statue has become mottled with age, revealing a rusty copper base.

It is indeed a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"The Greatly Compassionate and Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering and distress."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the Buddha statue's lowered eyes and softly uttered its Dharma name.

With compassion in one's heart, one responds to every ailment and relieves the suffering of all people.

The incense in front of the Buddha was from who-knows-how-long ago; the ash was damp and clumped together.

The altar where the offerings were placed was empty, with only a few puddles of sticky substance of unknown origin remaining, and ants swarming nearby.

Jiang Jingming walked up to the offering platform and finally managed to identify what it was.

Two pieces of candied winter melon, and a few candied hawthorns.

"..."

I didn't even dare to eat the food I managed to snatch.

Jiang Jingming sighed softly.

It seems this is the place Little Bear mentioned, where her friends would often make wishes to the Bodhisattva on her behalf.

The Buddhist temples in the city probably wouldn't let these homeless children go, so they could only pin their hopes on this abandoned, dilapidated temple.

We place our hopes on this Bodhisattva who has been forgotten by the world.

Nevertheless, they had nothing of note to offer as tribute, and even the hard-won sugar cubes were used.

"Children with congenitally weak hearts, or whose hearts are smaller than others, are more susceptible to illness and cannot withstand physical exertion. This is because their hearts cannot supply enough blood and energy to support a living being."