Jinyi Spring

Ming Shanyue was taken aback.

The master meant that whether that person came or not, whether you saw them or not, it all depends on fate.

It seems like they said something, but actually they said nothing at all.

This is because he doesn't want to say more.

Ming Shanyue bowed deeply, left the meditation room, and exited the monastery.

A mountain breeze caresses the face, and the pines rustle in the wind.

As Ming Shanyue gazed at the distant, layered mountains and towering peaks, a radiant smile gradually spread across her lips.

Miss Feng and he missed each other, which meant they missed their chance at marriage.

In other words, he and she were each other's only one.

This important matter has now been settled.

Heaven was kind to him. In this vast world, the only person who could marry him was the very girl he had spent his entire life wanting to marry.

If Miss Feng is willing to marry him, that would be best. If she doesn't want to marry him for the time being, he will wait. One year, two years, ten years, until she is willing. In any case, in this life, he only wants to marry her, and can only marry her.

Even if she regains her princess status in the future, with Master Yu Hui's prediction, those people will have no choice but to nod in agreement.

The image of that delicate and elegant face, with its bright and striking cinnabar mole, reappeared before his eyes, like a fire burning in his heart, making his chest feel hot.

Song Xian and the others quickly came forward, "Grandpa."

Ming Shanyue was pulled back to reality.

The mountain breeze remains the same, the pine trees still rustle in the wind.

Between him and her lies a cold case from sixteen years ago, and a group of villains lurking in the shadows.

Whether God helps him or not, he will bring down those evil people, leaving none alive.

Ming Shanyue said, "Let's go for a walk in the mountains."

He wanted to go and see for any trace of Wang Tu himself.

An hour after Ming Shanyue and the others went up the mountain, Feng Chuchen rode in a mule cart towards the Jokhang Temple.

After walking along the rugged mountain path for about half an hour, you will reach the temple's large vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden was covered with snow, and to the west were a few dilapidated houses, behind which was a dense forest.

The group got out of the car and walked into the woods, where they found a low, small courtyard. The walls were dilapidated, and without someone pointing it out, it would have been impossible to discover that there was a house there.

This place must be where monks in a temple are isolated when they are sick or have made a mistake.

The young monk Xuancong put his palms together and said, "Benefactor, please come in."

Feng Chuchen led Aunt Wang and Shaoyao into the courtyard.

Three old brick houses, with moss growing under the eaves and yellowed window paper, clearly a place that has been neglected for many years.

A middle-aged monk came out to greet them, and was slightly taken aback when he saw Feng Chuchen.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before turning to the young monk. "Is this the doctor Master Yu Hui mentioned?"

The young monk nodded, "Yes, senior brother."

The middle-aged monk stepped aside to lead the way, saying, "Please, female benefactor."

The four men passed through the main room and entered the inner room on the left. The room was dimly lit, the small windows were tightly closed, and a foul, putrid odor filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood and herbs, making their throats tighten.

On the narrow bed against the wall, a person lay stiffly, but he was not a monk.

The man's disheveled hair almost completely covered his left face. Only his right face was visible; it was thin and withered, with high cheekbones, closed eyes, and a breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.

The middle-aged monk pulled back the blanket, revealing a man almost naked, with only a coarse cloth draped around his waist. His body was wrapped in strips of cloth in several places, stained with blood, some dried and blackened, others still damp with fresh red. He was tall, yet emaciated, a mere skeleton.

The middle-aged monk said in a low voice, "He was attacked by a pack of wolves. He has multiple bite wounds, the most serious one being his stomach—" He lifted a corner of the cloth covering him, "His intestines were spilling out, and he was unconscious for several days."

He shook his head, his tone filled with resignation and helplessness. "I thought there was no hope. But yesterday, Master Yuhui came back to the temple and said... Dr. Feng from Tongji Medical Clinic can save him."

Feng Chuchen had already walked to the bedside, his gaze quickly sweeping over the wound, and he had already made up his mind.

This person is severely injured, yet he is still clinging to life—he is still suitable for receiving the Taiyin Divine Needle.

In other words, he was not destined to die.

It is best to first apply the Taiyin Divine Needle to preserve the root cause.

However, Feng Chuchen's physical strength will be exhausted, and she will be unable to treat the remaining external injuries.

We can only start with the most critical area, the stomach.

She said in a deep voice, "Aunt Wang, prepare for surgery. Mix peony root with anesthetic powder."

After preparing the medicine, the monk knelt by the bedside and fed it to the man little by little. The man was unconscious and had difficulty swallowing; more than half of the medicine spilled out, and he only swallowed a small portion.

Although lime powder had already been sprinkled inside the house, Aunt Wang still carefully sprinkled disinfectant around the perimeter.

The two of them soaked their hands in disinfectant, put on sheepskin gloves, and then approached the bedside.

Feng Chuchen gently lifted the strip of cloth covering the man's abdomen.

Three shallow wounds and one long wound. The long wound had become infected and blackened, and had been hastily stitched up with rough stitches—presumably to prevent the intestines from spilling out again.

"Is your intestines broken?" she asked.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly replied, "We checked carefully, and it's not broken."

Feng Chuchen nodded, picked up the scissors, and cut the rough stitches one by one. Using tweezers, she picked up a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant and carefully cleaned the festering wound, wiping away the pus and blood to reveal the fresh flesh beneath.

Then, thread the needle and begin sewing.

One stitch at a time, steady and even.

The room was so quiet that only breathing could be heard. The middle-aged monk stood to one side, holding his breath, watching everything in astonishment.

After treating the abdominal wound, I moved on to the back, thighs, arms... I carefully cleaned, sutured, and applied medicine to each bite wound.

Finally, there's the neck.

Feng Chuchen reached out and gently brushed aside the messy hair covering the person's left cheek.

A scar the size of half a bowl was starkly exposed, uneven and grotesque. It was not a new wound; the edges had long since healed, suggesting it had been there for over a decade.

Feng Chuchen's heart felt as if it had been struck by something, and she froze for a moment.

She quickly lowered her eyelids, suppressing her surging emotions, and continued to clean the new wound on her neck, quickly stitching it up.

With all the wounds treated, it's time to apply the Taiyin Divine Needle.

She took out silver needles and inserted them into the acupoints one by one, gently twisting them to continuously inject true qi.

Fifteen minutes later, Feng Chuchen heard two soft, sweet laughs.

She breathed a sigh of relief and removed the silver needles one by one. "He's fine now. Take good care of him."

As soon as she finished speaking, her legs went weak and she leaned back, but Shaoyao caught her.

The group stepped out of the hut, and the sky was already filled with stars. The mountain wind was strong, making their clothes flutter loudly.

The young monk Xuancong was still waiting outside, and said with his palms together, "The benefactor's room has been prepared."

Peony carried Feng Chuchen on her back, and the group walked along the path towards the east side of the temple.

Feng Chuchen whispered, "When we get back, just say that I saved a monk."

A little over fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a cluster of small rooms. Beyond several rows of rooms was a row of interconnected courtyards.

The young monk led them into one of the courtyards, saying, "The vegetarian meal has been laid out; please rest well, benefactors."

Feng Chuchen did not observe a vegetarian diet. She let Shaoyao wash her face and hands, and then went to sleep.

When I woke up, the window paper was bathed in a golden light, and I could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind outside.

The furnishings inside were simple and unfamiliar...

Feng Chuchen was stunned for a moment before the memories of yesterday slowly returned—she had performed surgery on a man who had been bitten by a wolf and administered the Taiyin Divine Needle.

This is the dormitory for pilgrims behind the Jokhang Temple.

The man's left cheek was severely disfigured, and Jiang Huaizhao—or rather, Wang Tu—whom Ming Shanyue was searching for, also had a severely injured left cheek...

Could this person be Wang Tu?

Feng Chuchen's heart was pounding in her throat.

Wang Tu secretly returned to Beijing twice, presumably to check on her well-being. If it really was him, he would definitely recognize her.

She quickly sat up, dressed, and walked out of the house with soft, hesitant steps.

The afternoon sun was so bright that it made her squint. Judging from the position of the sun, it was already late noon.

Peony smiled and said, "Miss, you're awake? Are you hungry? The vegetarian meal is still warm in the pot."

Feng Chuchen was indeed extremely hungry. "Hurry up, I have things to do."

Peony quickly brought over two sweet potatoes, a steamed bun, and a bowl of matsutake soup. "The matsutake soup was brought by Master Xuancong, who said it was to help the young lady recover."

"Where are Aunt Wang and Uncle Wu?"

"Uncle Wu went to the temple to pray to the Bodhisattva. Aunt Wang was worried about her family, so she went back first. She told the girl to rest well and come back tomorrow."

Feng Chuchen finished her meal quickly and went out with Shaoyao. She made an excuse to check on the person's injuries, and her pace quickened compared to usual.

The winding mountain path leads to the dense forest, and there are almost no pedestrians on the way.

Peony followed closely behind, whispering, "Miss, could there be bad people here?"

Feng Chuchen shook his head, but did not stop walking.

Peony couldn't see, but she knew—there must be someone from Ming Shanyue nearby.

After passing through the woods, the simple little courtyard came into view.

The door was half open, and the middle-aged monk Master Xuanji came out to greet them upon hearing the noise.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Dr. Feng is here! That benefactor woke up for a while this morning, drank his medicine, ate some porridge, and then went back to sleep. You truly have excellent medical skills."

Feng Chuchen nodded and quickly walked into the inner room.

The person on the bed was still fast asleep, breathing more steadily than yesterday. She gently lifted the blanket, removed the soft cloth covering the wound, and began to disinfect and apply medicine.

Suddenly, the person moved slightly, uttered a soft "hmm," and slowly opened their eyes.

A hazy gaze fell on Feng Chuchen's face. He paused, as if he hadn't yet recovered from a hazy dream. But the next instant, his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, making the scars on his face appear even more grotesque.

Feng Chuchen was about to remind him not to move when she saw him staring straight at her, his eyes filled with astonishment, his lips trembling violently.

He tensed up due to excitement, and blood gushed from the wound on his abdomen.

Feng Chuchen's heart tightened; this person recognized her.

He hurriedly said, "Don't get agitated, the wound is bleeding."

He acted as if he hadn't heard her, his gaze never leaving her face.

While tending to her wounds, Feng Chuchen turned to Shaoyao and Xuanji and said, "Please step outside for a moment. I have something to ask this uncle."

The two were puzzled, but still left as instructed.

The moment the door closed, Feng Chuchen had already wiped the blood off his stomach and reapplied the medicine.

She lowered her head, looked into those eyes filled with complex emotions, and said softly, "Do you know me, Uncle?" She then introduced herself, "My surname is Feng."

The man shuddered.

"Your surname is... Feng?"

His lips trembled even more violently, and his eyes first showed shock and disbelief, followed by an indescribable, burning joy.

His gaze seemed to hold a thousand words, yet a single syllable remained stuck in his throat, and his eyes gradually reddened.

He murmured, "You...you..."

Feng Chuchen remained silent, watching him quietly, waiting for him to reveal the truth.

The room was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two people. Sunlight streamed through the tattered window paper, casting a soft, warm glow over the dim room.

After a long while, the man's eyes became completely clear, shining as brightly as stars in the night.

Ten years ago, he disguised himself as a beggar and secretly returned to the capital. Instead of entering the city, he went to Baima Village in the western suburbs and went straight to the Feng family's house at the entrance of the village to beg for food.

The gate was half-open, and two little girls, about six or seven years old, were squatting in the courtyard pounding medicine. They both had their hair in little buns, and one of the children was particularly pretty, vaguely resembling Empress Xiao.

He was certain that this child was the same child. The child had survived and grown up to be this big.

His heart was churning with turmoil, his eyes were red, and he struggled to hold back his tears.

My sister-in-law said back then that she believed in Doctor Feng!
I made the right choice.

Wang Tu calmed himself down before knocking on the courtyard gate.

The little girl got up, looked at him, ran to the kitchen, and came out with two steamed buns and a few slices of salted meat in her hand.

She didn't mind his slovenly appearance and foul odor. Holding the food high, she asked softly, "Is this enough?"

Wang Tu was overjoyed and thanked God and Doctor Feng in his heart. This child not only lived and grew up, but was also taught so well.

He glanced at the child a few more times, took the food, and said hoarsely, "That's enough, that's enough. You...you, what's your name?"

Before the little girl could speak, another little girl came over, looking at him warily, and said, "Girl, my aunt said we shouldn't talk to strangers. What if he's a child predator?"

The little girl tilted her head to look at Wang Tu and said earnestly, "I think this uncle is a good person, not a womanizer." Then she smiled brightly at him, "My name is Feng Chuchen, which means the first light of dawn."

Wang Tu's eyes reddened, and he sniffed as he chuckled, "What a fine name. You're a good person, young lady; Heaven will be kind to you. Your aunt is right; you shouldn't talk to strangers casually."

He dared not linger and ran away without looking back.

After running to the reed marshes, I watched the sun begin to set over the small courtyard before leaving.

Four years ago, he returned to the capital and went straight to Baima Village as before.

But the Feng family's gate was tightly shut, so he had no choice but to walk into the village.

On the way, I heard villagers talking about Doctor Feng.

One person said, "That old woman Feng is really something. Chen is only eleven years old, and she's already taking her to the delivery room. She's probably going to teach her how to deliver babies."

Another person said, "Doctor Feng cherishes Chen'er so much, how could she bear to let her be a midwife? She said that she only wants Chen'er to study gynecology and pediatrics so that she can earn a living with these skills in the future."

……

Wang Tu's heart clenched painfully. His child was a princess, born of the Empress, how could she be allowed to do such work?

But hearing what he said next made me feel a little relieved.

As he was speaking, he saw two women carrying large basins in the distance, with two children beside them. Even from a distance, he recognized one of the children immediately; it was the same child, and she bore a striking resemblance to Empress Xiao in her youth. (End of Chapter)