Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 470: Pouring Out (2)_1

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Pouring Out (2)_1

Xiao Ruiyuan closed his eyes and nodded lightly, his voice barely audible, "Thank you for your efforts."

Seeing him so resolute, Doctor Gui said nothing more. Time was pressing, and he could not afford to dwell on sorrow. He quickly prepared the Silver Needle Medicine and other necessities required for the secret technique.

The silver needles seemed to come to life, piercing Xiao Ruiyuan’s acupoints at extremely tricky angles. Even acupoints that fundamentally should not be needled were balanced temporarily under Doctor Gui’s exquisite placement.

As more silver needles were inserted, Xiao Ruiyuan’s complexion improved unexpectedly, a trace of ruddy color returning to his previously ashen cheeks. To Xiao Jiu and the others, however, it was unbearably heart-wrenching to witness.

Only the last acupoint remained. Doctor Gui wiped the sweat from his forehead, hesitant to proceed. His expression was complex as he looked at Xiao Ruiyuan, who was now covered in silver needles, the reluctance in his eyes almost taking physical shape: once this needle was inserted, there would be no turning back!

Xiao Ruiyuan opened his eyes and, seeing the indecisive Doctor Gui, spoke with unexpected gentleness, "Oldman Ghost, continue, please!"

Doctor Gui’s heart shook, instantly casting aside his prior hesitations. Focusing once again, he directed the Silver Needle slowly toward the Shanzhong Acupoint.

At this critical moment, a shrill eagle cry sounded from high above, seemingly in response. Not far away, a distant wolf howl rang out clearly...

The red setting sun resembled a ripe fried egg, the houses looked as if they were donning a layer of resplendent coats, and the air above the village was filled with rising wisps of cooking smoke, blending with the voices of adults calling out to playing children. The entire Liu Yang Village was imbued with a peace and tranquility, presenting a vibrant picture of a sunset over a mountainous village in fine weather.

But Mo Yan had no time to appreciate this beautiful scene. She was standing silently on the small hill behind the house, staring unwaveringly in the direction where Little Flower and Maomao had disappeared. Whenever she heard the sound of birds flapping their wings to take flight, she would stand on her tiptoes to see if they had returned.

Two and a half hours had passed since Little Flower and Maomao left. Mo Yan had no idea how far away their destination was, or if they had successfully delivered the Black Lingzhi and Spirit Spring Water to that person, to help him out of danger.

With no one to share her worries and anxiety, she could only stand there, full of hope, waiting and praying devoutly, asking the heavens to bless that person, to allow him to return safely.

Aunt Li came out looking for someone and took quite a while before she spotted a familiar, solitary figure standing there, exuding unspeakable fragility and helplessness. She sighed softly and, treading lightly, walked over and draped an arm over Mo Yan’s slender shoulders, her gaze following Mo Yan’s to look in the same direction, only to see a few birds busy returning to their nests.

"Yan girl, they will come back. If you’re worried, how about you come back to wait after having dinner?"

Mo Yan had not noticed the additional arm on her shoulder until she heard Aunt Li’s voice. She turned slowly, stunned for a moment before registering what had been said. She opened her mouth, her voice raspy, "Aunt Li, I’m not hungry. You go ahead and eat. Once Little Flower and Maomao come back, I will go in."

Aunt Li frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then, as if mustering a great deal of courage, voiced her suspicion, "Yan girl, have you, perhaps, fallen for someone?" Seeing Mo Yan’s shocked expression, she knew she had guessed correctly and continued, "Maomao suddenly returned and then left hurriedly with Little Flower. Has something happened to that person?"

Mo Yan stared at Aunt Li with wide eyes, feeling a bit of chaos in her heart, unsure whether to confess. In her previous life, falling for someone was not a matter of shame, but in this age of closed minds, where marriages follow the decisions of parents and matchmaker’s words, even a mere fancy toward someone—without any immoderate acts—could damage a young woman’s reputation if known by others.

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