A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

The old doctor looked at her apologetically, and she slowly turned around and waved to them with her back to them.

"Send the old doctor out."

The guard watched her retreating figure with concern, then stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, should I summon Master Wenxin?"

Wutong shook her head and remained silent.

The guards had no choice but to lead the old doctor out of the corridor and towards the outside of the mansion.

After they left, Wutong squatted alone on the veranda, looking down at the fish swimming in the water.

The koi carp come in all colors and are plump and large. If the mountain were here, I would definitely catch one and try it.

Wutong used to be just as carefree as her, but as she went through life, she saw more and more, her status rose, and her abilities increased. But she was no longer as carefree as before, and she had to be careful with every step she took.

The vibrant sight of the koi swimming pierced her eyes. She vaguely remembered that there was a similar pond in the Southern Border King's Mansion in Lingyun Prefecture, where a group of such beautiful koi were kept.

Their appearance contrasted sharply with the lifeless Duan Fufeng. Wutong pressed her aching chest and tried to stand up, but then she heard footsteps behind her.

It wasn't a matter of questioning the heart; a person with exceptional skill in questioning the heart wouldn't be able to hear his footsteps unless he did it on purpose.

It wasn't a guard either; guards' shoes don't make that sound when they hit the ground.

She tried to suppress her emotions, pretended to be calm, and turned around, only to see Shi Xin walking towards her.

He changed into a clean and tidy gray monk's robe, without a hat, his head completely bald. He wore a pair of brand-new black cloth shoes, and the bright red kasaya made his lean face appear even more radiant.

"Your Majesty, why are you standing here alone?" He stopped in front of the phoenix tree and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, just came out for some fresh air," Wutong replied casually. Looking at his face, she suddenly thought that if he were a little fatter and younger, he would be an incredibly handsome man, somewhat resembling Wenxin.

It's said that couples who have been married for a long time will start to look alike. So, would two men who come from the same school of martial arts also look like brothers?

She herself felt that her gaze was too direct and wanted to look away. Shi Xin, however, met her gaze frankly and said, "I just saw a man who looked like a doctor leaving the mansion. I wonder what he was doing there."

Because she had suffered too many losses, Wutong didn't like to reveal everything to others. However, the person in front of her was Wenxin's senior brother, and Wenxin seemed to trust him a lot, so she didn't hide anything and told him about Duan Fufeng's current situation.

He didn't seem particularly surprised after hearing this. He nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Could you take me there to have a look?"

Is he going to see him? Could it be that he can cure diseases?

Wutong thought of Xuyun, who was highly skilled in medicine. Since Shixin had once studied under him, he must have learned some skills. Why not take him to see him?

With that in mind, the two went to Duan Fufeng's bedroom.

The guards at the door glanced at Shixin curiously, then greeted Wutong respectfully.

Wutong led Shixin inside and instructed the guards not to let anyone disturb them.

The two stood in front of the bed. She saw that Duan Fufeng's face was still pale, his lips were bloodless, and his thin face was almost completely covered by his black hair. His fingertips, which were placed on the quilt, were so white that they looked almost translucent.

"This is the King of Southern Xinjiang, look." Wutong looked away and said to Shixin.

Shi Xin indeed bent down and carefully examined Duan Fufeng. She even took his hand, pushed open his sleeve, and earnestly took his pulse for a while.

Wutong didn't dare to disturb him unnecessarily. Only after he withdrew his hand and stood up straight did she ask, "How is he? Is there any hope?"

Shi Xin shook his head: "Those doctors are right, it is indeed a case where medicine is ineffective."

"Can't you think of a solution?"

"Curing an illness isn't something you can achieve just by thinking of a solution. There's no such thing as a magical back or a person who's that amazing."

His words were a huge blow; Wutong staggered back half a step and leaned against the low cabinet by the bed.

Shi Xin looked at her thoughtfully, then at Duan Fufeng, and finally asked, "Since there's no cure, what do you plan to do? Continue waiting? Or..."

Wutong struggled to control her collapsing emotions and truthfully said, "If I can't wake him up again, I plan to take him to Hanshan Temple and ask Master Xuyun to help him."

Shi Xin always appeared calm and had a composed face, as if he wouldn't panic even if the sky were to fall.

Upon hearing the name "Xu Yun," he genuinely frowned and murmured, "No wonder he was looking for scriptures; it turns out it was for this... But you don't need to go."

Wutong wasn't familiar with him, and he only kept her around for Wenxin's sake, out of consideration for Wenxin.

But this person was not polite at all, and he didn't know how to be tactful when he spoke. Sometimes, a careless remark was like a knife piercing Wutong's heart.

She was already devastated, and now she couldn't help but raise her voice: "What right do you have to do this?"

Shi Xin disagreed, saying indifferently, "My master is not a friendly person. Although he may help some woodcutters and farmers on a regular basis, that's just when things happen. As for people like you with such high status who came to him on their own initiative, he won't refuse to help you."

Seeing that he was explaining seriously and not deliberately teasing her, Wutong felt a little better. She thought for a moment:

"Even so, we still have to try, since there's no other way right now... and what if a miracle happens again?"

"Miracle?"

“I was injured once before, and my right hand was almost ruined. Fortunately, Wenxin took me to Hanshan Temple, and with the help of Master Xuyun, I was able to recover my right hand.”

When she arrived here, she raised her right hand and looked at it. Every finger was so sensitive, and there were no aftereffects whatsoever.

Xu Yun's medical skills are truly amazing. It's a pity he doesn't plan to leave the mountain; otherwise, he could definitely become a figure like Hua Tuo or Bian Que.

As Shi Xin listened to her words, a look of surprise involuntarily crept onto her usually composed face.

"You've already been there once?"

Or was it brought by the heart?

Xu Yun rarely interacted with outsiders. Since he was willing to save Wu Tong, he must have been thinking about something or doing something.

Wutong nodded, unaware of his unusual behavior.

Shi Xin suppressed her surprise, but she deeply realized that this woman was definitely more than just an ordinary friend in Wen Xin's heart.

A monk...and a woman.

He was on high alert, as if he could see the tragedy of the past about to repeat itself. He immediately said goodbye to Wutong and turned to leave.

Wutong wanted to ask him where he was going and if he wanted to have lunch together, but he walked very fast and was discharged from the hospital in the blink of an eye.