The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

This treatment was similar to the one in the morning.

Xu Jiande asked Bai Ling to sit down by the bed, then moved a stool and sat opposite her. He placed his palm on the still purplish-blue skin on her left rib, and Bai Ling's body tensed instinctively.

The body remembers the pain from last time and prepares for the stress response in advance.

The demonic energy surged from his dantian, flowing down the three Yin meridians of the hand and converging at the Laogong acupoint in his palm. The warm sensation once again traveled from his palm into his skin, penetrating the subcutaneous tissue.

It begins to dissolve the remaining blood stasis.

The morning treatment had already broken up most of the large bruises, but before the treatment was finished, Jia Zhangshi knocked on the door.

We need to continue.

In addition, this treatment requires continued efforts to clear the blockages hidden deep within the tissues.

Bai Ling gritted her teeth, her fingers gripping the bed sheet so tightly that her knuckles were already turning purple.

The treatment this morning felt like someone was grinding a red-hot iron rod against my ribs. This time, the sensation was slightly different; it was a dull, stinging pain.

When the demonic energy seeped into those tiny bruises, it was like countless red-hot needles piercing in at the same time, each one precisely hitting a painful spot.

"Is it any better than this morning?" Xu Jiande asked, his hands still moving.

"A little better..." Bai Ling squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, her forehead already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Xu Jiande nodded and continued to circulate his demonic energy.

His palm moved slowly along the direction of Bai Ling's ribs, the temperature of his palm fluctuating.

Squeeze out the oozing tissue fluid and inflammatory secretions little by little.

This process is more painful than clearing away blood stasis.

Bai Ling's body jerked violently, and she leaned backward uncontrollably.

Her mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and then she began to emit muffled groans.

Xu Jiande said not to cover it with your palm, as it would have a stronger penetrating power.

The groan was exactly the same as the one from earlier that morning, and it carried far in the quiet night.

Xu Jiande did not stop.

It's just a little pain now, but if it's not treated, the wound will become infected and suppurate in a couple of days, and then it won't just be a little pain anymore.

He increased the output of demonic energy even further, and the dark red lines on his palms were faintly visible in the light of the kerosene lamp, as if magma was flowing under his skin.

Bai Ling was trembling all over from the pain, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

His fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, his knuckles white and bloodless.

She couldn't help but shout it out again, and then tears welled up in her eyes.

The pain triggered a physical reaction. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with sweat.

Ten minutes later, Xu Jiande withdrew his hand, and the demonic energy in his dantian slowly returned to its place.

"alright."

Bai Ling felt as if all her bones had been removed, leaning limply against the headboard, panting heavily.

Her hair was soaked and stuck to her forehead; it was impossible to tell whether the water on her face was sweat or tears.

His clothes were mostly wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Xu Jiande stood up, handed her a dry towel that he had prepared beforehand, and said, "Wipe your sweat."

Bai Ling took the towel and wiped her face and neck.

But she couldn't reach his back.

The injury to her left rib restricted the range of motion of her left arm; even a slight backward extension caused excruciating pain.

She tried twice but couldn't reach his back, so she handed the towel to Xu Jiande and said somewhat embarrassedly, "...I can't reach the back."

Xu Jiande took the towel and told her to turn around.

Bai Ling turned her back to him, lifted her soaked clothes to reveal a section of her fair back.

Xu Jiande took a towel and gently wiped her neck from the back down.

When the towel brushed across the area between her shoulder blades, Bai Ling's shoulders twitched slightly and her face flushed.

Luckily it was nighttime, otherwise Bai Ling would have been even more embarrassed.

Xu Jiande paused for a moment, then continued wiping down, cleaning the sweat from his back.

Neither of them spoke throughout the entire process. The room was so quiet that only the occasional crackling of the kerosene lamp wick could be heard.

After wiping her back, Xu Jiande put the towel aside and handed Bai Ling a clean cloth shirt, saying, "Change into a dry one. Wet clothes are bad for the wound."

Bai Ling took the clothes and nodded.

Xu Jiande turned around, left the bedroom, went outside, and began to look around the room.

While Bai Ling was changing clothes, Xu Jiande circulated his demonic energy, extending his perception along the walls and floor to check every corner of the room.

A few minutes later, Xu Jiande withdrew his demonic energy.

There were no tunnels, no secret doors.

This left Xu Jiande somewhat disappointed.

Although there are many underground tunnels in Beijing, the place where Xu Jiande lives does not.

This is understandable.

In the past, only the homes of high-ranking officials and the extremely wealthy had such underground tunnels, used to hide from war. This courtyard house, this particular room, is not currently available.

Bai Ling had already changed her clothes and went outside. Watching Xu Jiande pace around the room, she finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?"

Xu Jiande stopped and turned to look at her. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Find the tunnel."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then she understood.

The underground Communist Party also liked these tunnels, since they could be used to hide people.

Without tunnels, being surrounded by the Japanese would indeed be quite troublesome.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then went to take showers separately.

The whole bathing experience in Beijing is quite interesting. In winter, there were public bathhouses where soaking in hot water was very comfortable, but that was in winter.

In the summer, almost no one goes to public bathhouses; everyone showers at home.

There was a water vat in the kitchen. The water, which had been left to sit in the sun all day, was still warm at night. You could scoop half a basin of water from a wooden tub, soak a towel in it, and wipe yourself with it – simple and convenient.

You could also boil some warm water.

Xu Jiande washed first. He stood in the kitchen, took off his shirt, and used a towel to wipe himself.

Water streamed down his chest, washing away the sweat and dust he had picked up on the street during the day.

He washed quickly, finishing in less than five minutes, changed into a clean pair of pants, and poured the dirty water into the drain in the yard.

Then there's Bai Ling.

She washed more slowly, mainly because the wound on her left rib couldn't get wet; she could only use a towel dampened with water to wipe it little by little.

When she came out after washing up, her hair was still wet and hanging over her shoulders. She had changed into a clean old cloth shirt, and her face was flushed from the heat, making her look much more energetic.

It's getting late, almost 9:30.

In those days, there were no electric lights, only kerosene lamps, so everyone went to bed early.

Firstly, it saves on lamp oil, and secondly, it allows me to go to bed early and avoid getting too hungry.

Now, the best course of action is to avoid being spotted by the Japanese if the lights are on at night.

But because they went to bed early and had nothing to do at night, they had more children. Unfortunately, medical conditions were limited and living supplies were scarce, so many children died.

Not to mention the current chaos and turmoil, the mortality rate is even higher.

Far away.

Now that Bai Ling and Xu Jiande are pretending to be husband and wife, they naturally have to sleep together.

To avoid having any flaws discovered.

The two men lit a kerosene lamp and chatted for a while before Xu Jiande suggested they go to sleep.

Bai Ling nodded, went to the bed, lay down on the innermost side, close to the wall, and tried to stay as far away from Xu Jiande as possible.

But the bed is only so big, no matter how much you shrink it, the distance between two people will not exceed two feet.

Her whole body was tense, and she dared not move.

In addition, Bai Ling was not an experienced underground worker and originally planned to go to Xiongxiong from Beijing to learn.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese attacked Beijing, and there was no time to evacuate.

Afterwards, he went on a mission with his comrades and later encountered Xu Jiande.

The two were in the dark, quite far apart, but Bai Ling seemed to be able to sense Xu Jiande's body temperature. It felt like there was a heater next to her.

The main reason is that Xu Jiande's physical fitness is beyond the standard, and his qi and blood are amazing.

After a while, Xu Jiande whispered, "Wife, there's something I need to discuss with you."

Bai Ling blushed, turned her head to the side, and asked softly, "What is it?"

Xu Jiande lowered his voice even further and explained briefly. Bai Ling was shocked and said, "This is very dangerous."

Xu Jiande said, "It's okay. Today I saw so many compatriots being brutally murdered by the Japanese devils, and four of them were my neighbors. I can't hold back my anger. I feel so suffocated."

Bai Ling wanted to try to persuade him again, but remembering his skills, she could only tell him to be careful.

Xu Jiande said he would, and added that it was a bit early to go out now, and he would have to wait until later to leave, asking Bai Ling to open the door for him then.

Bai Ling nodded, then asked, "Jiande, is that internal energy?"

Xu Jiande nodded. Yes.

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.