I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

"Grandpa, the wound has been treated. Remember not to get wet for the next few days, otherwise it will get infected and it will be troublesome."

The person who spoke was a boy of about fourteen years old. He got some herbs from somewhere and applied them to the wound on Shen Jun. The bleeding stopped immediately.

Shen Zhuang was a little worried. "How about I ask Dr. Meng to come take another look?"

The young man turned around and looked at Shen Zhuang, and said bluntly, "Grandpa, do you not believe me?"

Shen Zhuang was slightly stunned. At his age and status, few people dared to speak to him like that. However, there was no malice in the young man's brows, and his eyes looked at him with only confusion.

Therefore, Shen Zhuang did not take it seriously and explained in a good-tempered manner, "It's not that I don't trust you, but your great-uncle is old. What if..."

The young man continued, "There's no such thing as a 'what if'. The clan grandfather said 'what if' means he doesn't trust me. If he doesn't trust me, why doesn't he just say it directly? Instead, he has to cover it up."

Shen Zhuang looked solemn, and unconsciously listened to the child's words.

"Alright, Ah Li." Shen Jun patted the boy's shoulder with a look of headache, and explained to Shen Zhuang with a smile, "This kid is from the sixth branch of the Zhi generation. He's been obsessed with medicine since he was young. While others in the clan treat the medical books as if they were divine, he seems to have divine help. If anyone questions his medical skills, even the King of Hell wouldn't beg for mercy."

Shen Zhili laughed when he heard this, "My uncle is right. The person I fear least in this world is the King of Hell."

Shen Zhuang found this amusing and asked, "Why aren't you afraid of the King of Hell?"

Shen Zhili raised his chin, full of confidence, "I practice medicine just to snatch people from the King of Hell. How can I be afraid of him?"

Shen Zhuang likes such children very much. Having such spring buds makes him feel that growing old is a blessing.

He nodded and admitted his mistake with great grace. "I didn't realize you had such ambitions at such a young age. Grandfather apologizes for questioning you just now."

Shen Zhili knew that Shen Zhuang was a noble person, but he never expected that such a person would apologize to a child like him. He immediately felt a liking for him and said, "Grandpa, my medical skills are amazing. No matter what's wrong with your body, I can diagnose it. How about I take your pulse?"

Shen Jun was immediately overwhelmed when he heard this and scolded him, "You have no manners. How can you talk like that?"

Shen Zhuang's status is noble, and the family is equipped with special medical personnel to perform physical examinations regularly. In addition to safety considerations, the biggest reason is to prevent him from suddenly causing serious damage to the Shen family.

Not long ago, Grandma Wu passed away, and Shen Zhuang had already done a physical examination, and all the data showed normal.

But the old man couldn't bear to dampen the enthusiasm of a child, so he held out his hand and said, "Okay, little doctor, let me take a look."

Shen Zhili's lips curled slightly at the mention of "little miracle doctor" and he brought over a bamboo chair. He extended three fingers and placed them on Shen Zhuang's wrist, a concentration and solemnity that belied his age on his small face.

"The pulse is steady and strong. Although not as vigorous as that of a young person, it is also solid and gentle, indicating a strong foundation and good maintenance."

Shen Zhuang and Shen Jun smiled at each other.

But after a moment, Shen Zhili's slightly raised lips slowly straightened, and his brows knitted slightly. He adjusted his acupressure slightly and explored more attentively.

But it seemed this angle wasn't working either. Shen Zhili turned Shen Zhuang's hand over, carefully examining the lines on his palm. He then closed his eyes and took his pulse in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was because of the intense midday heat, but a slight bead of sweat even seeped out of the boy's forehead.

"dad!"

Just then, Shen Qian, Shen Yuan, Shen Rang and others walked into the main hall.

"Shh!" Shen Zhuang signaled them to be quiet.

Shen Qian and the other two were startled, only then realizing that a child was taking the old man's pulse. Although they didn't quite understand what was going on, they quietly found a chair and sat down.

After a long moment, Shen Zhili slowly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes. His earlier high spirits vanished, and his mature face was filled with obvious confusion and a subtle hint of... shame.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Shen Jun thought that something had gone wrong, so he smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Kid, it's a good thing that you can't find the problem. Are you still unhappy?"

Shen Zhili raised his head and looked at Shen Jun.

It's not that he couldn't feel it, it's that he seemed to have touched something.

Beneath that steady, gentle pulse, there seemed to be a faint, almost imperceptible stagnation. Like a barely perceptible eddy in the depths of a rushing river, appearing and disappearing, elusive.

But when he concentrated all his attention on his fingertips and tried to capture it again, that feeling never appeared again.

Normally, a grandfather of his age would have some issues, but his pulse was so steady...almost perfect, which gave him an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

Noticing Shen Zhili's abnormality, Shen Zhuang asked gently, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Don't worry, the clan grandfather is not an old-fashioned person who avoids medical treatment."

Shen Zhili hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I feel like there's a little bit... a little bit of something strange that I can't put my finger on."

Shen Yuan couldn't help laughing and said, "How come you're relying on your senses now for everything? Dad, do you really take a child's words seriously?"

Shen Zhili's ears flushed slightly, and he was a little afraid to look at Shen Zhuang. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. Maybe... I'm not yet proficient in my skills, so I can't call accurately."

Shen Zhuang turned around and glared at Shen Yuan, then smiled and patted Shen Zhili on the shoulder. "If you can't diagnose accurately, you can practice again. Just don't forget your benevolent heart as a doctor. Grandpa is waiting for you anytime. When you can diagnose accurately, you can try again."

Shen Zhili nodded heavily, hurriedly packed up his medicine box, and said sincerely, "Grandpa, we agreed that you must wait for me."

Shen Yuan frowned, "You kid, you're talking as if the old man will be gone tomorrow."

Shen Zhuang's eyelids twitched, and he gently patted Shen Zhili's shoulder, "Okay. You go back first."

Shen Zhili nodded, and gave Shen Jun detailed instructions about the medication before leaving the main room.

After the people left, Shen Zhuang turned around and looked at Shen Yuan expressionlessly. Shen Yuan felt his scalp tingling, and he forced an awkward but polite smile, "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I'll come back later."

After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the hall without caring about the expressions of the crowd.

After Shen Yuan left, Shen Qian stood up and glanced at Shen Jun, "Dad, what should we do with Shen Hang?"

At this time, Shen Jun stood up and said, "You guys chat, I'll step aside for now."

After saying that, he nodded slightly, held his bandaged hand, leaned on a crutch, and walked out of the main room with slightly heavy steps.

*

The afternoon sun filtered through the carved wooden windows, casting mottled shadows on the cool stone floor.

The old house is full of the sediment of time, and it also accumulates too many heavy past events that cannot be told to outsiders.

Shen Jun walked to his house and pushed open the creaking wooden door. The room was a little dark, with the cool and damp air unique to old houses. He walked to the window as usual, wanting to open it to get some fresh air and let the sunlight dispel some of the dullness in the room.

However, as soon as his hand touched the window frame, his movement suddenly stopped.

Outside, Shen Zhuang stood quietly, his hands behind his back. He suddenly remembered a young man who, back then, had always loved hiding beneath his window. They'd used the chirping of cicadas as a signal, skipping school and fighting, acting recklessly and without a clear understanding of the world...

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