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We have lived here for a few days. Although the weather is bad, we have enough food and clothing, so my family feels quite at ease living here.

Taoist Qingyang has been here for a few days. He is either whispering with Xiaoshui or taking Fubao to recognize acupuncture points and memorize medical books.

The heavy rain lasted for half a month, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness. Fubao stretched lazily and listened to Qingyang's chatter: "Forget it if you can't read. I'll tell you orally, but why don't you listen carefully!"

Fu Bao said stubbornly: "No way, I was obviously listening carefully."

Qingyang obviously hadn't thought that being someone else's master would be so troublesome, and said with a headache: "Add an extra literacy class tomorrow."

Fu Baosheng was hopeless. Although he had some talent for recognizing traditional Chinese characters, it still took some effort. But he still responded to his master's words: "I understand, Master."

Taoist Qingyang continued to talk about the prescriptions in the medical book...

Li Darong hurriedly opened the middle curtain and rushed in, anxiously saying, "Master, please go and save my son."

Fubao was shocked. What happened? She didn't bother to ask any more questions and ran out. Qingyang followed her and saw the boy curled up on the ground, holding his leg in pain.

Fubao: "Brother Chongxi, what's wrong with you? Where does it hurt? Let me take a look."

Li Chongxi was in so much pain that his head was covered in cold sweat. He stretched his body with great effort to make it easier for them to roll up his trouser legs.

Qingyang changed his previous careless attitude, half-knelt in front of him seriously, and carefully examined the injured leg.

"Your bones are not well grown." Qingyang said seriously after reading it.

Li Chongxi endured the pain and said, "I feel a little bit. It looks like it has healed, but it still hurts when I walk...When it's windy and rainy, my bones ache and itch. I want to tear the flesh apart and scratch it directly."

He spoke weakly and intermittently.

Fubao looked at the dark circles under his eyes and his thin chin and felt more distressed: "Brother, why didn't you tell me before? Do you think it hurts?" Her eyes became red as she spoke. She was grateful to her brothers for being so nice to her, but she hadn't noticed anything unusual about Chongxi for so long.

Chongxi raised his hand as much as he could and touched her pigtail, comforting her: "I'm fine, it didn't hurt this much before."

Fubao looked at his leg, which had healed but still had a small bulge, and said, "You must tell me next time. Don't keep it to yourself, otherwise... otherwise I will cry!"

Chongxi said helplessly: "Okay, I won't hide anything from you in the future."

As he spoke, Qing Yang had already understood the condition of his leg bones and asked worriedly, "It didn't grow well before. Doesn't it affect your walking?"

Chongxi was silent for a moment, then said honestly, "It has an impact... I... am lame."

It was cruel to let a young child say this. Fubao looked at him with his head down and said nothing, and realized that no matter how long it had passed, "becoming a cripple" would always be a pain in his heart.

Qingyang nodded and said, "Yishu, wipe his sweat off."

Fubao didn't react for a moment, until he called him again, then he quickly stepped forward and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.

Fubao said worriedly, "Master, please give him some pain relief first." Chongxi's face turned pale with pain, and he looked a little scary.

Qingyang took out the acupuncture bag, quickly pulled out the thin silver needles, and inserted them into the acupuncture points one by one.

The effect was immediate, even immediate. Chongxi's complexion improved significantly.

Then, Qingyang said, "Did you see clearly? Do you know how to give acupuncture?"

Fu Bao froze when asked, and replied dryly: "Master, you just finished the acupuncture with a whoosh. I really didn't see it clearly."

Qingyang shook his head and sighed, "This kid is incorrigible." As he spoke, he went to the pot and drank a sip of the pork rib soup that Zhang Ercui had just cooked.

Fubao came over and repeatedly assured Qingyang that he would be more serious in the future and would never be distracted again, which coaxed Qingyang into saying "hmm".

Fu Bao diligently served him tea and water, and asked, "Master, do you think my brother's leg can be completely healed?"

Qingyang: "Generally speaking, it is not allowed."

Fubao replied dejectedly: "Oh."

He changed the subject: "However, your master is not an ordinary person. I am the 66th generation head of Jiupu Temple."

Fubao cheered in agreement: "Master is so awesome! My brother's legs are in your hands now. Just tell me what herbs you need."

The arrogant voice stopped abruptly, he coughed lightly and said: "The process is very difficult and painful."

Fubao nodded and said, "I need to ask my brother about this, but I guess he will agree!"

Sure enough, soon Fubao flew over like a little lark and shouted, "Brother Chongxi agreed. He said he is not afraid no matter how difficult or painful it is." In fact, there was another half sentence after that... just don't make me a cripple.

For three consecutive days, Chongxi's leg injury recurred five or six times, becoming more and more frequent. Every time, Qingyang brought him an acupuncture bag and a bowl of unknown liquid soup to relieve his pain.

Qingyang: "You should have learned it by now, right? I'll let you give him acupuncture tomorrow."

Fubao promised solemnly: "I guarantee to complete the task!" which made everyone around him laugh.

From the moment she agreed, she regretted it and wanted to try it out in advance. But the cold light from the needle tip made her unable to do it.

Li Huaiqing sat in the middle generously and waved his hand: "Come here, Grandpa has thick skin and is not afraid of pain. Just try it on me."

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By the time she gave the acupuncture, her wrist was very steady and she wasn't as nervous as the first time.

Chongxi drank the black medicine boiled by Qingyang and soon fell asleep.

After the acupuncture, Fubao wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "Medical skills are so difficult."

Qingyang was amused: "When you are familiar with it, you will find it easy. In the future, I can also teach you the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams, astrology and fortune-telling. As long as you want, the master can teach you everything." He said casually.

Only then did Fubao truly understand how terrifying the person in front of him was. He looked to be in his twenties, but he knew so much. Was he a genius?

Although he knows a lot, Fubao said honestly: "I just want to farm well, grow vegetables, and make delicious food to earn money for my family. And to help them treat their illnesses when they are sick. I don't need the rest."

Qingyang was stunned by her words. He kept saying "you you" for a long time and finally said, "A rotten wood cannot be carved." He turned away and angrily drank two bowls of corn and pork ribs soup that Zhang Ercui had just cooked.

When Chongxi's leg felt a little better, she finally understood what method her master had been talking about.

The two sat beside Li Chongxi's bed. Qingyang said, "Yishu said you agreed, but I still have to tell you, my method is to let it break again and reconnect it."

Fubao opened his eyes wide: "Ah? Are you serious?"