A master of metaphysics is farming.

He Sui'an's voice wasn't loud, but his words were clear and easy to understand.

It seems that although he was unconscious that night, he was already awake when I arrived.

Unable to speak, Xiang He's lips twitched slightly. "What does the gentleman want to say?"

"If you save him, I'll pay for it."

When silver was mentioned, things became much easier. Xiang He's eyes lit up. "Ten taels?"

"it is good."

When there's money to be made, the interest changes.

Xiang He glanced at the group of people crying and shouting over there. "You call them out. I need to sneak into the room quietly. I don't want them to know."

"Thank you for your help, young lady."

Xiang He had already walked outside when Xing Ji came over carrying a jade plate. Xiang He reached out and took it, saying, "Find someone you don't know to go in."

"Yes."

Xing Ji turned and left quickly, but returned a moment later with one person inside. He Sui'an immediately told the four people to go out first, "This is Mr. Zhu Nan, whose medical skills are quite good, so let him take a look. Master Xiang, you and the others can go out first."

Li grabbed Xiang Fusheng's hand, tears streaming down her face, "Who is he! Since he knows medicine, why didn't he treat Fusheng from the beginning!"

"Yes! Why would you need to hire a doctor from outside?"

Xiang Fusheng lay motionless on the bed, his hands were ice cold, and his body was trembling. He looked very unwell.

If something were to happen, they would be devastated.

Of Xiang Lao Si's three sons, only the eldest son, Xiang Fusheng, was the most favored by his parents. After all, he was their first grandson, and the second son's family had moved out early on. As far as they were concerned, the third son's family was just freeloaders, so Xiang Fusheng was even more favored.

If I catch a slight cold on a normal day, I have to brave the wind at night to find a porter to get medicine.

The family clearly didn't believe it, but He Sui'an wasn't in a hurry. He simply saw the doctor out and then had Xing Ji sit by the bed to take Xiang Fusheng's pulse.

"This man doesn't easily save people, but when he does, it costs him a lot of money."

Upon hearing that money would be spent, Li's heart tightened, while Xiang Laosi, standing to the side, impatiently waved his hand, "Give it! Give it however much you want!"

The eldest grandson's life was of utmost importance, and this time Li did not object.

Xing Ji stepped forward and helped Xiang Lao Si, who was sitting up, "When Mr. Zhu Nan is practicing medicine, he doesn't like to be disturbed by anyone. He is easily disturbed."

Zhu Nan, who was sitting by the bed taking Zhu Nan's pulse, turned her head and her lips twitched a few times.

Once all four people had left the room, Xing Ji locked the door behind him, and Zhu Nan immediately withdrew his hand, saying, "Young Master, how did I become a teacher?"

Xing Ji, who was usually serious, pouted slightly. "I can't be the coachman and become the doctor, can I?"

Xiang Lao Si and the others waited anxiously outside, pressing their ear to the door to listen for any sounds inside. Xiang He turned around and walked to the corner, gently knocking on the tightly closed window frame on the side.

Xing Ji gently pushed open the window, and Xiang He jumped in, pressing her hands against the window frame. She walked a few steps to the bedside and carefully examined Xiang Fusheng's face.

His face was pale and his lips were bluish-black, but his brow was rosy. If you got a little closer, you could smell the fresh scent of grass. If you touched his neck, you could feel a slight heartbeat.

His body was trembling uncontrollably, and his knees would occasionally twitch.

Xiang He straightened up and tapped her chin with her finger. "His soul has been taken away."

"what for?"

Xiang He pushed Xiang Fusheng closer and sat down on the edge of the bed. "A person has three souls: the soul of heaven and earth, and the soul of life. None of them can be missing. If another half hour passes, it will be too late to save him."

Although he couldn't understand some of it, saving lives was the priority right now, so He Suian asked, "Is there anything we need to prepare?"

"No need, they're just two mischievous kids."

Xing Ji and Zhu Nan looked at each other in disbelief. This sounded unreal. It wasn't that they didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but they had never seen anything like it before, so it was certainly a novel experience.

Xiang He lifted the sleeve of Xiang Fusheng's right hand, which was holding the palm mirror, revealing his forearm. Just as his right hand was about to touch his lips, he pursed his slightly parted mouth and said, "Never mind, do you have cinnabar?"

Although fresh blood would be better, she didn't want to bleed, as she hadn't yet recovered from the blood she had lost recently.

He Suian glanced at Xing Ji, then immediately jumped silently out of the window. He couldn't let Xiang Lao Si and the others know that Xiang He was inside.

Otherwise, I'd go crazy.

While he was getting the cinnabar, He Suian sat down on a stool to the side, his eyes darting over Xiang He. "Miss Xiang, have you learned these things?"

"Hmm... I guess so." Xiang He kept staring at the palm mirror. "But don't tell Xiao Yang or Xiao Yun, you can't tell anyone in the village either."

"nature."

He raised his hand, and Zhu Nan understood. She went over and poured a cup of tea, bringing it to Xiang He. "Please enjoy, Miss Xiang."

"Thanks." Xiang He tilted her head back and finished the water in the cup, then returned the cup. "But if I get any business referrals, I can also earn some extra money on the side."

Whenever the topic of money came up, He Sui'an would chuckle, "Is the young lady so short of money?"

“Of course,” Xiang He counted on her fingers, “firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea—everything costs money. Not to mention we spent a lot of money building the house recently; we have to earn some back.”

"I forgot to congratulate you on moving into your new home."

"polite."

Seeing Xiang He staring at the palm mirror without speaking, He Sui'an asked softly with a smile, "Has the young lady set a date to move into her new room?"

"Don't worry," Xiang He tapped his fingertip, silently calculating for a moment before stopping, confirming again that it was tomorrow, "It's tomorrow, there's no mistake."

Xiang He looked up at the closed windowsill. It was already night outside, and candles were lit inside. Outside, there was a cacophony of crying and cursing.

Xiang He felt bored. "When do they get their days off? Can they ask for leave tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is a day off," He Sui'an said, pinching the hem of his trousers with two fingers. "I would also like to go and offer my congratulations tomorrow. Would you be so kind as to welcome me, Miss?"

Xiang He paused for a moment, "Of course you're welcome..." She stared at He Suian's eyes for a while, then narrowed them, "You don't want to go hiking in the back mountain again, do you?"

"The girl is intelligent."

Before Xiang He could say anything more, there was a commotion at the window. Xing Ji returned with a brush and ink, and stood respectfully beside Xiang He, holding a jade tray. "Please use, Miss."

"Oh……"

Xiang He was a little unaccustomed to such formal service, but saving lives was the priority at the moment. She dipped her brush in cinnabar, "Between heaven and earth, yin and yang correspond. I obey your command, summoning the soul of Xiang Fusheng, come quickly..."

As she chanted, she wrote the words "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!" on Xiang Fusheng's forearm with a single stroke of her hand.

As he finished writing, Xiang Fusheng gave a soft shout, and his body began to tremble violently. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. His pale face turned red.

The three of them stared at Xiang Fusheng, their expressions changing visibly.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, Xiang Fusheng's face turned from red to white again. Xiang He clicked her tongue lightly, "What a restless thing!"

As she spoke, Xiang He bit her middle finger, dripping blood into the mirror in her palm. She pressed her middle finger against the mirror, slowly closed her eyes, and murmured, "...When the soul returns to the person, the person is radiant; when the spirit returns to the body, the body is at ease..."

The mirror surface shimmered with white light. Xiang He moved his fingertip and his finger passed through the mirror, and even his entire forearm passed through the mirror.

Although the two guards remained calm, their eyes revealed great surprise.

As He Sui'an looked at the scene, he lowered his eyes slightly, and a cold, inquisitive look appeared on his thin lips.