Leisurely mountain village

Why? Because Ye Daquan's father and Ye Wuju were cousins, but he was a biological brother of Lao Ba. So he was initially reluctant to admit his mistake, and also because the child was not seriously injured. It wasn't until the child started talking incoherently from the fever that he panicked.

Ye Daquan didn't dare to speak anymore. His wife pinched him hard. "What's it to you if it's Uncle Ba's family's business? What business is it of yours?"

"Uncle, I was wrong." Ye Daquan knelt down again.

Ye Wuju didn't tolerate him and kicked him to the ground. "You know, if it weren't for me, Xiao Huo would be dead today. You're courting death."

"Huh? It's that serious?" Ye Daming asked.

The old man vented his anger and sat down on the edge of the cool bed. "Sigh, after being frightened, his heart fire was raging. He was sent to the hospital in time and barely survived. If it weren't for the fact that I happen to know this penetrating heart-cooling acupuncture technique, Xiao Huo would have either died or been burned into a fool today. Daquan, what can I say about you?"

“This symptom has lasted for at least three or four hours. Even if you hate me, wouldn’t you take the child to the county hospital? You’re being foolish.”

"Uncle, I know I was wrong." Ye Daquan got up and crawled to Ye Wuji's side on his knees. "Please, you must save Xiao Huo. He's my only son... I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Most of the people who came from the village were from the Ye family. They were speechless at the sight. They all knew that Daquan was Eighth Master's nephew, but the old man was right. If you hate him, take the child to the hospital. Besides, what that family did this time—was it even humane?

While everyone was talking to Grandpa, Ye Huan put his finger to Xiao Huo's mouth and fed him a few drops of spiritual spring water. Although this family had a so-so relationship with them and the child was spoiled, he still couldn't bear to watch the child die.

Xiao Huo naturally swallowed the spiritual spring water, and with the help of the old man's acupuncture, after about half an hour, he finally regained his senses and slowly became conscious.

"Dad, Mom~~" Xiao Huo called out hoarsely twice. Just as he was about to move, the old man turned around, patted him a few times, and then he stopped moving. "It's not time yet. The embers haven't been completely dispelled. Wait a little longer."

He stopped Ye Daquan, who wanted to hug his son, and said...

"Oh, okay, I understand, Uncle." Ye Daquan quickly took a few steps back.

He picked out a few herbs from the medicine box, wrapped them in paper, made three packets in total, and handed them to Ye Daquan. "Boil three bowls of water down to half a bowl, and feed it to him while it's still warm. After these three packets, he'll be fine."

Ye Daquan took the medicine packet and knelt down again. In Ye Family Village, oh no, Willow Tree Village, no one would doubt the old man's medical skills, no matter how much they disliked him. That's what reputation is.

Moreover, unless Old Master Ye completely ignores you, as long as you ask him for help, even if you are his enemy, he will cure your illness first and then kill you to take revenge. That's how principled he is.

Xiao Huo's mother quickly took the medicine packet and held it carefully. This was not just medicine; it was her son's life. She had been married into the family for over ten years, so how could she not know the name of Old Master Ye?

In the past, wealthy families from the surrounding villages and even the provincial capital would come to his door seeking his services, but the old man would refuse them with the words, "I don't have the qualifications to do this," and he hadn't been willing to help for many years.

He would only take a look at people from the village who came to him for help. He would lend a hand for minor ailments, but for more serious ones, he would just send them to the hospital and he wouldn't treat them himself.

It was too dangerous to save the child today, and it took too long. Otherwise, the old man would have still sent them to the hospital.

Ye Huan was captivated by his grandfather's skill today. The needles cured the illness instantly. Although he had learned acupuncture techniques from the Shennong Scripture, he hadn't mastered them yet. But after seeing his grandfather's demonstration, he felt he should learn them properly, and also learn his grandfather's techniques.

An hour later, the old man removed all the needles. Ye Huan disinfected and put them away in the medicine box. Then the old man patted Xiao Huo a few times, and Xiao Huo could move again. The conscious Xiao Huo looked at Grandpa Ye in horror. He was scared. He was really scared after what had happened in the past half hour.

He couldn't move, he couldn't make a sound, he panicked, but he couldn't move even a single finger.

Ye Huan had no idea that his grandfather knew acupressure. When he was a child, he thought it was something from stories. Today, he was truly amazed. If it weren't for the space containing even more martial arts secrets, he would have knelt down before his grandfather.

What I was really thinking was, "What stupid things have I done all these years? Studying computers? Am I crazy? Studying computers is more impressive than learning acupuncture and acupressure??"

Seeing that the child was alright, Daquan and his wife kowtowed to the old man, who accepted the kowtow without complaint. Then they took Ye Huan back home, still not finished drinking.

On the way back, Ye Huan and her grandfather walked in front, while her second uncle and Ye Huan's father walked behind.

"Dafa, was that acupressure just now?" Second Uncle asked in a low voice.

"How would I know? You know I'm a complete waste when it comes to martial arts. I don't know how many times my grandfather whipped me back then." Ye Dafa still trembles when he thinks of his father's bamboo whip.

"Xiao Huan has already learned all of that?"

"How would I know? Do you think they'd tell me about their business?" Ye Huan's father was very hurt.

“That’s true. Instead of telling you, it’s better to tell your son Saihu,” Second Uncle said with a smile.

"Humph~"

Back home, Bai Jie heated up the food, and everyone continued drinking. Then, Auntie Er and Tangyuan, who had finished eating, went home first. Uncle Er and Ye Huan's father started fighting, while Ye Huan and Grandpa just watched with smiles.

"Da Guang, let me tell you, I won't argue about anything else, but when it comes to drinking, you're a complete idiot." Ye Huan's father's mouth was already trembling.

"Listen to me, I'm telling you to listen to me..." the second uncle said, pushing Ye Dafa.

"Where's the beer?" Ye Dafa asked, looking for beer. Ye Huan glanced at the four empty boxes over there. He had drunk five bottles himself, and the other two had drunk the rest.

He looked at his grandfather; he wouldn't mind bringing two more boxes over for his father and the others.

Seeing his grandfather nod, he went and brought over two more boxes, opened them for his father and second uncle, and the two of them stopped using bowls and started drinking straight away, showing off their skills.

"Grandpa, are there too many of my dad and the others?" Ye Huan asked her grandfather.

"It's alright, a little venting is good for his health. He's a bit resentful seeing how successful your son has become, which is a common problem for fathers. Let him have a good drink today. It's a good opportunity since your second uncle is coming over," Grandpa said with a smile.

Ye Huan didn't understand, but he didn't ask. His grandfather couldn't be wrong.

What he didn't know was that every father thinks he is his son's mountain, until one day they find that their son no longer needs this mountain, or even surpasses it. This psychological gap causes them to feel lost, depressed, and then create psychological pressure and burden.