Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Inside the high-ranking official's building, it was so quiet that only the sound of one's own footsteps could be heard.

Secretary Wang walked in front, Sun Famiao followed behind, and Liu Xiangyang walked at the very back.

The second floor, the same consultation room as last time.

Pushing open the door, I saw Director Qin sitting on the sofa, reading a document. Hearing the noise, he looked up, put down the document, and stood up.

"Old Sun, I'm troubling you again."

Sun Famiao waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Don't move, let me put the bandage on for you first."

Director Qin nodded and sat down again.

Liu Xiangyang stood to the side, watching Sun Famiao take out silver needles from his needle case.

Director Qin's gaze swept across his face, paused, and then looked away.

"Have you seen this young man before?"

Sun Famiao didn't look up, his hands continuing to move.

"Yes, he's my student, Liu Xiangyang."

Director Qin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Sun Famiao inserted the needles quickly, inserting several needles into Director Qin's back and gently twisting them.

The room fell silent, with only the ticking of the wall clock.

A dozen minutes later, Sun Famiao removed the needle.

Director Qin let out a long breath and stretched his shoulders.

"Old Sun, your skills are truly amazing. Every time I get this treatment, I feel comfortable for days."

Sun Famiao put the needles away and suddenly spoke up: "Old Qin, there's something I need to tell you."

Director Qin looked at him.

Sun Famiao paused for a moment.

"There might be a way to cure your problem."

Director Qin was taken aback.

"Cured?"

He smiled, but there was a bitter taste in his smile.

"Old Sun, we've known each other for so many years, you know my problem. I've been to every major hospital in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. And all those specialists said there was nothing they could do."

He shook his head.

"I've been used to it for decades."

Sun Famiao looked at him without saying a word.

Director Qin felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

"Old Sun, what...do you mean?"

Sun Famiao stepped aside to make room for him.

"It wasn't me, it was him."

Director Qin's gaze fell on Liu Xiangyang.

He froze for a moment.

"he?"

Sun Famiao nodded.

Director Qin stared at Liu Xiangyang for several seconds, his eyes revealing a mixture of belief and disbelief.

Liu Xiangyang didn't dodge; he just stood there straight and looked at him.

Director Qin suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with amusement.

"Young man, how old are you?"

"nineteen."

Director Qin raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know what my problem is?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded.

"I know, shrapnel, it's next to my lumbar spine, pressing on a nerve."

Director Qin's smile faltered for a moment.

He glanced at Sun Famiao, then looked back at Liu Xiangyang.

"Did Old Sun tell you that?"

Liu Xiangyang shook his head.

"I watched it myself."

Director Qin was taken aback.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Director Qin looked at him, and his expression changed.

"Do you have a solution?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded.

"have."

Director Qin stared at him without saying a word.

Liu Xiangyang continued:

"Still acupuncture. But we'll need to needle one more acupoint."

Director Qin's brow twitched.

"Add one more acupoint? It's that simple?"

Liu Xiangyang shook his head.

"It's not simple. The location of that acupoint is very dangerous; most people wouldn't dare to needle it."

Director Qin remained silent for a few seconds.

"Have you ever had this done?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded.

"I've made similar ones in the village."

Director Qin looked at him but didn't say anything.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window.

After a long while, Director Qin suddenly spoke:

"Can you guarantee a cure?"

Liu Xiangyang paused for a moment, exchanged a glance with Sun Famiao, and then looked back at Director Qin.

"I'm 80% confident."

Director Qin was taken aback for a moment, then stood up.

"Eighty percent?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded.

"Eighty percent."

Director Qin stared at him for several seconds, and then he suddenly laughed. The laugh was different from the one before; it was much more hearty.

"Eighty percent! Those experts in Beijing wouldn't even dare say fifty percent!" He stood up, patted Liu Xiangyang on the shoulder, and said, "Young man, you're very confident."

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "I originally wanted to say 90%, but I thought I should be conservative, so I said 80%."

Upon hearing Liu Xiangyang's words, Director Qin laughed heartily and said to Sun Famiao, "Old Sun, your student is quite something!"

Sun Famiao smiled and said, "Young people are full of vigor, but I've also discussed it with him, and his method might indeed be effective."

Secretary Wang, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward: "Director, I'm going out for a bit."

Director Qin turned to look at him, but Secretary Wang didn't say much, only glancing at Liu Xiangyang.

He saw Director Qin nod and said to Liu Xiangyang, "Comrade Liu Xiangyang, please wait a moment." After saying that, he turned and left.

Director Qin glanced at the doorway, then looked back at Liu Xiangyang, smiled, and said, "That guy, Xiao Wang..." He shook his head.

Liu Xiangyang knew that Secretary Wang had gone to investigate him, so he nodded without saying anything.

Sun Famiao stood to the side, picked up his enamel mug, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "This is a matter of great importance, Secretary Wang is right to be cautious."

Seven or eight minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Secretary Wang walked in, went to Director Qin's side, leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear. Director Qin listened and his eyebrows twitched.

After Secretary Wang finished speaking, he took a step back. Liu Xiangyang, with his sharp ears, heard this and Secretary Wang immediately asked him about his family situation.

Director Qin looked at Liu Xiangyang with a different expression than before. He walked over, carefully examined Liu Xiangyang, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Young man, not bad. You've achieved so much in just over a year in the countryside. You're quite talented."

He stopped laughing, looked at Liu Xiangyang, and his eyes became serious.

"Come on, let me see just how capable you really are."

As soon as Director Qin finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment.

Liu Xiangyang didn't move, nor did he rush to respond.

He glanced at Director Qin, then at Sun Famiao, before speaking:

"Director Qin, there's something I need to clarify first."

Director Qin looked at him.

"explain."

Liu Xiangyang paused.

"Your condition can't be cured with just one acupuncture treatment."

Director Qin's brow twitched: "How many times?"

Liu Xiangyang said, "It will be divided into three or four sessions, once a week, just like now."

Director Qin was taken aback.

"So fast?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded: "Well, it's not that fast. My master has been giving you acupuncture for so long, and you're already much better."

"But the location of that new acupoint is too dangerous; it hurts a bit when you needle it, not just a little bit, it's that kind of pain..."

He thought for a moment to choose his words: "It's the kind of pain that most people can't bear, which is why we have to separate the two sides several times."

Liu Xiangyang glanced at him and continued, "If it's all done at once, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. If it's done in several sessions, you'll be able to recover, and the effect won't be any worse."

The room was quiet for a few seconds, then Director Qin laughed and reached out to pat Liu Xiangyang on the shoulder.

"Young man, thank you for considering this for an old man like me."

"However, back in Shangganling, I was hit by an American bomb. There was no anesthetic at the time, and I didn't make a sound when they removed the shrapnel."

He looked at Liu Xiangyang: "Pain? I've been in pain for decades, why would I be afraid of him?"

Director Qin withdrew his hand, sat back on the sofa, glanced at Sun Famiao, and Sun Famiao nodded.

"Okay, we'll do it your way, once a week, for three or four weeks."

Liu Xiangyang nodded: "Shall we start today?"