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Because of Xingxian's illness, they stayed in the clinic for five or six days before they said goodbye to the old doctor and set out on their journey back to Chang'an.

So in the next seven or eight days, Su Qinchao no longer took the scenic paths to travel, but drove the carriage directly onto the official road and sped up.

It was not until they arrived in Bianzhou that Su Qinchao led Xingxian to temporarily change the water route, planning to go directly to Chang'an via the Bian River-Yellow River-Luo River system.

"In two days we will go from here to the Yellow River, and then we will be able to see the magnificent scenery described by the poet Li Bai: 'Have you not seen the Yellow River water coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never coming back?'"

Although Xingxian's mind was a little confused and he didn't understand much, Su Qinchao still pointed to the waterway map in the cabin and told him his arrangements one by one.

He also told him the story of the great poet Li Bai from decades ago in a very eloquent manner.

"It's so well written!" Xingxian listened carefully to Su Qinchao reciting the entire poem, and a glimmer of light appeared in her originally dim eyes.

"Yes, just imagining that scene makes people excited." Su Qinchao sighed, and seeing that Xingxian was still in good spirits, he suggested taking him to the deck to fish.

"I don't want to go. There are so many people outside." Xingxian shook his head nervously. Whenever he saw those strong men, he felt scared and ashamed as if he were not wearing any clothes.

"Okay, let's not go out, let's just stay in the cabin and chat, ok?" Originally, Su Qinchao saw Xingxian staying in the cabin playing with the Nine Rings for these days, and was afraid that he would be bored, so he wanted to coax him to take a walk on the deck.

But since he doesn't want to go, I'll just have to think of another way.

So, Su Qinchao stroked his chin and pondered for a long time before he came up with an idea. He planned to tell Xingxian about "Journey to the West" to pass the time.

"It is said that when Queen Nüwa was repairing the sky, a piece of multicolored stone was left over and fell on a fairy mountain..." In fact, Su Qinchao didn't remember it very clearly, but that didn't stop him from making up a story. It would be fine as long as the general idea was correct.

Fortunately, Xingxian was very interested in this story and was very supportive, even exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

Su Qinchao became more and more excited as he spoke, and he told the story in one breath. Only then did he pick up the tea bowl to moisten his throat when the Monkey King was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain.

"Hey, sir, is the Great Sage just so obedient that he was suppressed by the Buddha under the Five Finger Mountain?" A small figure suddenly poked out from outside the cabin door.

He was a little boy about seven or eight years old, with a red apple face and a chubby body, and he looked quite cute.

He had just been hiding outside the cabin, listening to the gentleman inside telling a story. He was listening with great interest, but suddenly the gentleman stopped talking. He was very worried about Sun Wukong and could not help but ask.

Su Qinchao had actually noticed the little boy a long time ago, but seeing that he was just listening to the story quietly and did not disturb Xingxian, he did not pay any attention to him.

Seeing him suddenly yelling, Su Qinchao looked at Xingxian with some concern, fearing that he was frightened. Fortunately, Xingxian was still immersed in the story just now and did not react.

"Kid, come here!" Su Qinchao bent down and waved to the little boy with a smile.

"Daddy told me not to disturb the guests." The little boy leaned against the door frame and shook his head.

"Okay, then I'll go over." He suddenly had an idea. Since Xingxian was afraid of adult men, the child would always be able to accept it. He planned to trick the little boy into playing with him.

This may allow him to slowly get used to it, accept the outside world step by step, and come out of the shadows.

"Do you still want to know what happened to Sun Wukong later?" Su Qin walked over, squatted down and looked at the little boy.

"Yes!" the little boy answered without hesitation.

"Then from now on, can you come here every day to play with him? If you can get him to talk to you, then I will talk more every day, ok?"

"But daddy doesn't let me enter the cabin and disturb the guests." Although the little boy's eyes were full of desire, he still insisted.

"I'll talk to your father later." Su Qinchao didn't care.

"Are you going to continue the talk today?" The little boy's eyes lit up and he looked at Su Qinchao with some anticipation.

"Let's not talk about it today. I'm tired of talking. Let's talk about it at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Remember to come early!" Su Qin shook his head in amusement and reached out to gently touch the little boy's bald head.

...

So after dinner that day, Su Qinchao coaxed Xingxian to sleep, then he closed the door, went down to the deck, and told the captain what had happened.

The captain was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he was also very honest.

When he heard that Su Qinchao wanted his younger son to accompany his somewhat stupid brother and listen to storytelling together, he immediately agreed.

"We're just worried that Xiao Shitou will be too noisy and disturb the guests." When these two guests got on the boat a few days ago, a river breeze happened to blow.

He was fortunate enough to see the guest's face through the corner of the blown veil.

He dared to say that he had never seen such a beautiful man in his life, and even women were rare.

No wonder she has to wear a veil. If not, I don’t know how many people would covet her.

But such a handsome man turned out to be a fool. He sighed at the time and said that no one is perfect.

"No, Ah Xing was just stimulated and became like this. I was thinking of letting the child wake him up, maybe it would wake him up."

"I see. Thank you for your care." The captain didn't say anything more when he heard him say this.

He just mentioned that if you feel annoyed, just let Xiao Shitou come down from the deck.

"How could that be? Little Stone is very well behaved."

...

Therefore, before reaching the Yellow River, whenever Xiao Shitou had free time, he would go to the cabin to accompany the two of them and play the seven-ring game given by Su Qinchao.

At the hours of Si and Shen, he sat with Xingxian again and listened to Su Qinchao continue telling the story of Sun Wukong.

two days later

"Sir, I have solved it!" Xiao Shitou held up the seven-ring chain in his hand and looked at Su Qinchao with joy in his eyes.

"So amazing~" Before Su Qinchao could say anything, Xingxian, who had been immersed in his own world and never spoke in front of outsiders, suddenly exclaimed, causing the two people next to him to look at him in surprise.

"Sir, he spoke." Xiao Shitou leaned close to Su Qinchao's ear and whispered. He hadn't seen this young man in a veiled hat speak in the past few days.

"What's wrong? Isn't this normal?" Su Qinchao paused, pretending nothing had happened, and continued to read the medical book in his hand.

This was given to him by the old doctor before. He was not good at brain medicine, but he had a lot of medical books on this subject at home, so he gave him one before he left.

But now Su Qinchao feels that this is not a medical book, but rather a book about witchcraft, with all kinds of strange things written on it.

Things like scattering sticky rice behind the house, ringing gongs to wake the spirits, chanting incantations and so on.

 …

Ever since Xingxian spoke to Xiao Shitou that day, he seemed to have regained some vitality and his mind seemed to be clearer.

Especially when listening to Su Qinchao telling stories, he would occasionally express his objections, and sometimes even argue with Xiao Shitou.

However, what made Xingxian wake up completely was the encounter of a middle-aged man with a solemn face, Bian Que, when they were admiring the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River on the shore.

(In ancient times, Bian Que was a synonym for a group of people, not just Bian Que himself.)

It was noon at that time, and Su Qinchao was leading Xingxian and preparing to return to the boat for dinner.

Inadvertently, I saw a group of people behind me, frantically chasing a middle-aged doctor who was carrying a medicine box and looked embarrassed.

He cursed angrily, "You damned quack, you actually said you wanted to open my father's skull. This is outrageous!"

"That is, can a person survive with a hole in his head?"

"Beat him to death!" Those people were all holding sticks and were very angry.

"And he calls himself Bian Que, a quack doctor!"

"kill him!"

"Bian Que?" Su Qinchao originally didn't want to meddle in this matter, but when he heard the word Bian Que, he couldn't help but stop.

Later, when he saw that the group of people were about to catch up with the doctor, he jumped over and stopped them.

"How dare you! How dare you commit violence in broad daylight!" Su Qinchao exuded the aura of a general of the Jinwu Guard and slowly approached the group of people with square steps.

"Who are you! How dare you meddle in the affairs of our Huangjia Village!" A middle-aged man who was in the lead stood up and shouted.

"I am Su Qinchao, a fourth-rank general of the Imperial Guards. How dare you commit violence in front of me?" Su Qinchao raised the fish token, pretending to look down on the world.

"He really seems to be a fourth-rank general. Let's go back!" A young man dressed as a scholar walked up to the middle-aged man and advised.

He had seen a fish symbol in the official newspaper, and it seemed to look like this.

"What are you afraid of? Does he dare to kill us?" The man still didn't give up. He just wanted to catch the quack doctor and give him a good beating.

"Go back, Xiaowu is right, how dare you attack an official!" The old man and woman behind him saw this and began to persuade them.

"So it's not your father? My father was almost cut open by this quack doctor!"

"Your father originally had a tumor in his brain. If it is not removed in time, he will definitely not live until next year!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was unwilling to let him go, the doctor who was hiding behind Su Qinchao couldn't help but tell him the consequences.

"How dare you curse my father!" The middle-aged man looked even angrier after hearing this.

His eyes were wide open and his chest heaved, as if he was about to rush forward at the next moment.

"Go back! Go back!" The group of people looked at the middle-aged man and finally dragged him back.

"What a pity, what a pity." The doctor looked at the backs of the people as they walked away, stroked his beard, sighed and shook his head.

"Sir, what a pity?" Su Qinchao restrained his momentum and asked the doctor in a gentle voice.

"If you let me open your skull, you will definitely live another ten years. Alas!" After saying this, the doctor sighed again, thanked Su Qinchao, and prepared to leave.

"Sir, are you really Bian Que?" Su Qinchao stretched out his hand to stop the doctor's way.

"Now that it has come to this, how dare I still call myself Bian Que?" The doctor laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I do believe you, sir. If I didn't have this ability, how could I dare to take the risk of opening someone's skull?"

Su Qinchao bowed respectfully to the doctor, then told him Xingxian's illness, hoping that he could treat her.

...

"His mind is blocked." The doctor made the conclusion without even taking Xingxian's pulse when he saw her appearance.

"Then how should we treat it?" Su Qinchao patted Xingxian's back to calm her down.

"If you trust me, I will try the golden needle acupuncture on his head." The doctor hesitated for a moment and finally told him his method.

"Is it acupuncture at the Tianling acupoint?" Su Qinchao asked again: "Is there no other way?"

"There is only this one. If not, we can only wait until he wakes up on his own one year." The doctor shook his head.

"I don't want acupuncture!" Xingxian pulled Su Qinchao's clothes, as if she understood something.

"Okay, we won't give the injection. You go play with Xiao Shitou first!" Su Qinchao coaxed him to play seven-ring game with Xiao Shitou, and then he invited the doctor to go to the deck to talk.

"If I press his sleeping point, will it affect the effectiveness of your acupuncture?" Su Qin asked the doctor in a low voice.

"That won't happen. However, it may take ten days or so for the golden needle initiation to slowly show its effects." The doctor shook his head and explained to Su Qinchao in detail what would happen after the treatment.

Afraid that Su Qinchao would not believe him, he also said that he would wait until things started to improve before leaving.

"Then I, Su, would like to thank you very much, sir. If I can recover, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

...

In the evening, after dinner, Su Qinchao took advantage of Xingxian playing with the Nine-Link Rings and reached out to press his sleeping point.

After placing the man on the couch, he invited the doctor in to give him acupuncture.

The doctor took out a palm-sized wooden box from his arms and opened it carefully.

He revealed four gold needles of different sizes lying on the brocade handkerchief. After looking at them for a while, he carefully picked up the third one.

Afterwards, he asked Su Qinchao to pour some strong liquor on it, and then heated it with candlelight before he slowly inserted the needle into Xingxian's Tianling acupoint until only half of the needle tip was exposed, and then he stopped.

"It will probably only take half a minute." The doctor said, then picked up the small box, covered it again and put it back in his arms.

"Thank you in advance, sir."

...

Just as the doctor said, Xingxian became more and more lucid from the day she woke up.

Until the morning of the eighth day, Su Qin waited and waited, but Xingxian did not open the door.

"Xingxian, are you there? Why don't you open the door?" Su Qin knocked for a while, but no one answered.

He pushed the window open and looked inside, only to see a trickle of blood slowly flowing out from behind the screen.

Seeing this, Su Qinchao couldn't bear it any longer and kicked the door open with a "bang".

Then he saw Xingxian, her face as white as snow, lying on the ground with her back facing up, a hairpin stuck in her chest, and her body covered in blood.

"What's wrong?" The doctor who was about to come up to check on Xingxian's recovery hurried over when he heard the noise.

"Sir, please save him!" Su Qinchao picked up Xingxian's still warm body and shouted in panic.

"There is still hope!" The doctor reached out his hand to Xingxian's neck, felt her heart pulse slightly, and let out a sigh of relief.

He took out a medicine bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill from it, fed it to the person, and then quickly pulled out the hairpin.

"The heart meridian is not injured!" Without waiting for Su Qinchao to ask, the doctor gestured for him to observe the hairpin.

The blood-stained area was only the length of a finger joint and did not hit the heart at all.