This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

"that……"

Yu Qingchuan changed his clothes, but he still felt very awkward. He never liked things that others had used, but he had no other choice at the moment. Besides, if he didn't change his clothes, Miss Ye might overthink it and think he was an ungrateful person.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a tall man embracing Miss Ye and interrupted them. At the same time, a sense of doubt and confusion flashed through his mind: Do you need to hug someone to express your gratitude these days?

He Jing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man with elegant manners and gentle temperament awkwardly putting on his clothes.

“He Jing, he’s the one who rescued A Yang from the river, his surname is Yu.”

He Jing released Ye Xiaoxiao and walked steadily toward Yu Qingchuan.

Yu Qingchuan subtly took a small step back. Was he going to come and hug me? No!

"Brother, it was nothing, not worth mentioning... not worth mentioning."

He Jing walked up to Yu Qingchuan, solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Yu, your kindness and virtue are unforgettable. I will always keep it in mind. Please have lunch at my house before you leave."

When Yu Qingchuan saw that He Jing simply clasped his hands in greeting, his tense heart finally settled down, and a hint of relaxation flashed in his gentle eyes.

Whew—that scared him to death! He thought he was going to come over and hug him too.

Thankfully, it wasn't.

Ye Xiaoxiao stared at Yu Qingchuan with her bright eyes. If she wasn't mistaken, this young master Yu was a bit of a germaphobe.

He Wuyang drank ginger soup, took a bath, and fell into a deep sleep under the comforting care of his mother.

He Wuyou sat silently in front of the kitchen stove, not moving an inch since he returned, nor uttering a single word.

"Worry-free, I can't light the fire! Please come and help me!"

Ye Xiaoxiao moved the medicinal herbs for making the bone-setting formula back to the yard. Since the kitchen was busy cooking, the herbs couldn't be put in there to cook.

She beckoned to the child sitting listlessly in the kitchen, signaling him to come and help.

Hearing the sound, He Wuyou walked over, looking ashamed and not daring to look Ye Xiaoxiao in the eye.

After he got home, he silently repeated to himself countless times: If only I hadn't taken my sister to the river, if only I hadn't taken her there...

Ye Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with heartache as she hugged He Wuyou and gently comforted him, "Wuyou, I know you're really scared and feel guilty right now. I understand you. If you feel too bad, just cry it out. Even a little man can cry. I'm here with you."

Upon hearing this, He Wuyou was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions: regret, self-blame, lingering fear, and guilt. It was as if a dam had burst.

The next second, tears welled up in his eyes, and he burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, it's okay to cry it out."

Ye Xiaoxiao gently patted his shoulder. The little boy sobbed, and after crying for a while, he probably released all the emotions in his heart with his tears.

He said in a muffled voice, his tone trembling with a hint of a sob, "Sister-in-law, I'm all better now."

"Okay, let's go see Ah Yang!"

Upon hearing this, He Wuyou mustered up the courage to enter the room.

When He's mother saw him enter with red eyes, she hugged his small body tightly and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Wuyou, Mother is here."

Hearing Wuyou crying her heart out in the courtyard just now, her heart, as a mother, was also clenched tightly.

He Wuyang glanced at He Wuyang lying in the quilt. At this moment, He Wuyang was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She obediently nestled next to her mother and watched over her younger sister.

Outside the courtyard, Ye Xiaoxiao was collecting the four carbonized medicinal herbs, putting them all into a stone mortar, and slowly grinding them with a stone pestle.

Yu Qingchuan stared curiously at Ye Xiaoxiao's actions, squatted down beside her and said, "Miss Ye, you still haven't told me what method you used to save people today."

Ye Xiaoxiao stopped what she was doing: "You know medicine?"

Yu Qingchuan nodded: "I know a little."

"Then I'll teach you."

Yu Qingchuan was somewhat stunned, clearly taken aback by Ye Xiaoxiao's words.

Since ancient times, medical knowledge has not been easily passed on to outsiders.

Did this Miss Ye teach him so easily?

Ye Xiaoxiao knew what Yu Qingchuan was thinking. She glanced at him, her eyes flickering slightly, and said with a smile, "Human life is of utmost importance, more precious than a thousand pieces of gold. The more people who know this method, the more people can be saved, right?"

“Miss Ye is a compassionate doctor; I was too narrow-minded. I will trouble you then.”

After saying that, he volunteered to take the pestle from Ye Xiaoxiao's hand and began grinding for her.

After hearing Ye Xiaoxiao's method of saving a drowning person, he was even more impressed with this bright and beautiful woman. Wasn't she the disciple that his master wanted to take as his last disciple?

He is perceptive, ethical, and responsible!

He glanced at the powdery substance in the mortar and asked curiously, "What's in this mortar?"