My Silly, Sweet Wife

No one noticed the middle-aged man’s shock.

With Ye Guichen’s continuous tapping, the child seemed to choke on something and suddenly spat out a mouthful of foul substance into the plastic bag Zhang Chongchen had already prepared.

The foul substance immediately emitted a strong, fishy odor, causing those nearby to quickly cover their mouths.

”Alright, it should be fine in a moment.” Ye Guichen said to the woman, then gave Zhang Chongchen a look and quickly headed to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, voices of exclamation came from outside: ”He’s awake!”

”He’s really awake! Amazing!”

”The child is fine now.”

”Thank God, son, you’re okay now, you scared me to death!”

Voices of surprise and praise continued, as if everyone had forgotten their previous criticisms of Ye Guichen.

Inside the bathroom.

Zhang Chongchen opened the plastic bag, his expression serious: ”Brother Ye, did you also find that what the child spat out was abnormal?”

The foul-smelling substance appeared black but vaguely looked like a mass of cotton.

Ye Guichen had just taken a glance and felt that something was not right with these things.

They were different from ordinary parasitic insects, yet seemed like a kind of herb, but this herb could cause fainting and ferment inside the body.

Ye Guichen stared at the foul substance for a while, his face also looking grim: ”That child must have eaten something to become like this, but I feel something’s not right. Let’s keep an eye on that woman after we get off the train.”

Zhang Chongchen exclaimed in surprise: ”You suspect there’s something wrong with that woman?”

Ye Guichen shook his head: ”I can’t say for sure, but I have a feeling that woman doesn’t truly care for her child. Regardless, let’s just keep an eye on her. It’s best if there are no issues, but if there are, we should address them promptly to prevent more harm.”

”Okay!” Zhang Chongchen nodded, checked the foul substance to ensure there were no problems, and then disposed of it in the trash.

Just as he opened the bathroom door, a face came close.

Ye Guichen didn’t pay attention to the person, assuming they were just looking to use the bathroom, so he quickly moved aside.

”Divine Doctor, it’s me.” The person looked eagerly at Ye Guichen, smiling warmly.

Only then did Ye Guichen realize it was the middle-aged doctor named Fan Chang’an from earlier.

”What, do you need something?” Ye Guichen had no fondness for this Fan Chang’an, replying coldly.

Zhang Chongchen also squeezed out from behind Ye Guichen, exchanged a look with him, and then moved to another carriage to keep an eye on the mother and son.

Fan Chang’an ignored Ye Guichen’s coldness and nodded at Zhang Chongchen, ”Brother, were you just using the Ghost God Thirteen Strokes?”

Ye Guichen was surprised: ”Oh, you know this massage and patting technique too?”

”I know it very well!” Fan Chang’an smacked his forehead, took two steps back, and bowed deeply to Ye Guichen: ”Brother, I’m really sorry for offending you earlier. I didn’t expect you to be so skilled in the Shennong Sect’s Ghost God Thirteen Strokes. You’re so young and already so capable, you must have received the true teachings of the Shennong Sect, right? Oh, it’s embarrassing to say, though my grandfather was guided by the Shennong Sect, he only grasped the basics. If I hadn’t seen my grandfather save someone from food poisoning with the Ghost God Thirteen Strokes when I was a kid, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible to see this technique in action in the world.”

Ye Guichen was unmoved by Fan Chang’an’s flattery.

Ye Guichen had learned the Ghost God Thirteen Strokes when he was very young.

According to Li Fengxian, it was an art of medicine comparable to the Divine Needle technique of the Shennong Sect.

Furthermore, from what Fan Chang’an just mentioned, his grandfather had spent some time studying under the Shennong Sect as well.

However, Ye Guichen was also aware that when the Shennong Sect was at its peak, countless healers sought to learn from it. Those who weren’t officially accepted as disciples would all claim to be outer disciples.

If one were to count them all, the number of Shennong Sect’s outer disciples scattered across was likely immeasurable.

Yet, after the Shennong Sect’s decline, apart from Master Mai and Su Tong, no one dared to claim they were connected to the Shennong Sect, let alone call themselves outer disciples.

It’s a truth of life that when someone is gone, people hardly pay attention anymore.

Therefore, when he heard that Fan Chang’an’s grandfather was an outer disciple of the Shennong Sect, Ye Guichen remained emotionally unmoved.

Fan Chang’an, however, grabbed Ye Guichen’s hand, seemingly extremely excited. Before Ye Guichen could speak, he began talking nonstop: ”Brother, I don’t even know your name. Since you know the Ghost God Thirteen Strokes, you must know someone from the Shennong Sect, right? You have no idea, but when I heard that the Shennong Sect had reopened in Jinling, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep for days. I even went to Shennong Hall to meet Senior Mai and Senior Su. Ah, the two elders personally opening the hall and seeing patients!”

”It seems, the Shennong Sect is truly on the rise again. I also heard that the Shennong Sect doesn’t even regard Medicine King Valley now, and has already posted news about the Shennong Sect across national Chinese medicine platforms, gathering lost disciples to restore the glory of the Shennong Sect.”

”Haha, last night I just attended a meeting, and many there claimed to be lost disciples of the Shennong Sect. After listening to speeches by Senior Mai and Senior Su, we felt proud to be disciples of the Shennong Sect!”

As he spoke, he even waved his fists a couple of times: ”Hmph, what’s the big deal about Medicine King Valley? In the future, our Shennong Sect will definitely surpass Medicine King Valley to become the number one traditional Chinese medicine organization in the Hua Country, right?”

Ye Guichen awkwardly smiled: ”Yeah, you’re right. If there’s nothing else, I’d like to get some rest now.”

Ye Guichen had also heard about the recruitment efforts by Mai Gu and Su Tong, and didn’t expect they would take such measures.

Though there is an eagerness to expand Shennong Hall, it seems there isn’t a strict screening process for the recruits.

Anyone claiming to have studied at the Shennong Sect is being absorbed.

”Sigh, Master Mai and Master Su are too hasty,” Ye Guichen sighed inwardly, smiled at Fan Chang’an, and prepared to head to his seat.

But Fan Chang’an showed no intention of letting Ye Guichen go: ”Brother, I still don’t know your full name. You’re on this train, so did you attend the banquet last night? Why didn’t I see you there? Oh right, I heard our Shennong Hall’s Sect Leader is a young man, also in his twenties, amazing, right?”

Ye Guichen found himself at a loss for words.

At this moment, a sarcastic voice chimed in: ”Sect Leader Ye, there you are, I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Ye Guichen turned to see Gongsun Fengying looking at him with a smile.

Fan Chang’an paused in surprise when he heard, giving Gongsun Fengying an odd glance, then scrutinizing Ye Guichen: ”Ye, Sect Leader Ye? Which Sect Leader Ye?”