Back home.
At this moment, Li Mei's body was emitting heat, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her face was pale.
"Er Zhu, I'm so cold, get me a quilt."
Er Zhu immediately grabbed a quilt and draped it over her, then reached out to touch her forehead.
"Sister Mei, you have a fever."
Er Zhu's expression stiffened. He quickly grabbed a pillow for Li Mei to lean on, poured a cup of water, gently helped Li Mei up, and fed her water.
He wanted to find some fever-reducing medicine, but remembering Li Mei's allergies to medication, he could only resort to other methods.
In the Heluo Divine Art he had just practiced, there was a technique that could reduce fever without medication.
With that thought, Er Zhu pretended to be foolish and said, "I... I know medicine, I... I'll give you a massage, and then... you'll be fine after a sleep."
Li Mei looked at Er Zhu with an unusual seriousness, her brow furrowed. "You know this too? Were you studying medicine before you became foolish?"
Er Zhu nodded with a foolish grin. "Yes, I... I was studying... medicine."
Li Mei, her face pale and weak, managed a smile. "Then don't be too rough, I'm afraid of pain."
Truth be told, Li Mei didn't really believe Er Zhu could cure her.
She reached for another pillow, placed it under her stomach, and then pulled her clothes up high, exposing her entire back.
She lay there like that, and looking at her, Er Zhu felt an unwanted stir within him.
Er Zhu sighed. He was no longer a fool; he was a young man in his prime, and such a scene was hard to resist.
"Er Zhu, are you starting?"
Li Mei weakly turned her head to look at Er Zhu.
Was it reliable or not? Why was he still standing there, lost in thought?
"I... I'm coming."
Er Zhu took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surge of desire, and walked to the bedside. He gently placed his hand on Li Mei's back, and from bottom to top, along the meridians, he applied gentle pressure.
"Mmm... gently, Er Zhu... it hurts."
Li Mei moaned. Er Zhu's technique was causing her some pain.
Er Zhu grunted. He began to activate the Heluo Divine Art, and his true qi flowed slowly into Li Mei's meridians.
In an instant, Li Mei sighed with relief. She felt a sense of comfort all over her body, no longer as uncomfortable as before.
"Er Zhu, I feel much better. You're amazing."
"Er Zhu, I never knew you could do this. You must have been studying medicine before."
"Er Zhu, if you weren't foolish, you'd definitely be going places."
...
Li Mei rambled to herself, not caring if Er Zhu replied.
After a few minutes, Er Zhu slowly withdrew his true qi. For the first time, having exerted himself so much, he was covered in sweat.
"Er Zhu, I feel so much better. Thank you."
Li Mei looked at Er Zhu's sweat-soaked face and felt a pang of concern. She got up, took a towel, pulled Er Zhu onto the bed, and wiped his sweat.
"Er Zhu, you truly opened my eyes today. You even beat that fatty so soundly."
"I... hehehe."
Er Zhu suddenly didn't know what to say and could only sit on the bed and grin foolishly.
Li Mei returned to the bed and lay down. She lay on her side, watching Er Zhu, yawning.
"So sleepy. Er Zhu, I need to sleep."
Li Mei closed her eyes, her voice growing softer and softer until she fell into a deep sleep.
Watching Li Mei drift off to sleep in bed, Er Zhu breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't suppressed that surge of desire just now, and with Li Mei continuing to speak such nonsense, he feared...
Li Mei was famous in Shiliu Village not only for her beauty and good figure but, more importantly, because she didn't behave like some widows who began seeking other men after their husbands died.
Many in the village saw her as a rose waiting to be plucked, dreaming of the day they could pick her themselves.
Shaking his head, Er Zhu sat cross-legged, and the cultivation method of the Heluo Divine Art slowly rose in his mind.
Then, a stream of true qi, invisible to the naked eye, surged from all directions. The true qi within a three-kilometer radius rushed directly towards Er Zhu, slowly flowing into his dantian.
Er Zhu wanted to use this opportunity to break through to the second level of the Heluo Divine Art.
The reason he had never cultivated before but could immediately reach the first level was all thanks to the River God.
During the inheritance, that fish had transformed into an extremely powerful stream of true qi and directly poured it into him.
As Er Zhu was deep in thought, a pair of feet suddenly landed on his legs.
Er Zhu turned his head to look at Li Mei and shook his head helplessly.
Li Mei had merely rolled over in her sleep.
Perhaps it was because he had just been cultivating, and all his true qi had surged into the room, but within a few minutes, the fatigue on her face had vanished, replaced by a smile, as if she were sleeping extremely soundly.
Er Zhu sighed. If he hadn't sensed Li Mei's extremely smooth breathing, he would have assumed she was pretending to be asleep.
Er Zhu gently moved Li Mei's feet away. Seeing her sleeping peacefully and confirming she was not awake, he slipped out of the room alone.
Er Zhu first went to his own room to change out of his wet clothes, then returned to the courtyard and poured himself a cup of water.
Now that he possessed the Heluo Divine Art, he could sense even the slightest changes in others' bodies.
The Heluo Divine Art was inherently a supreme medical art. Er Zhu's greatest ambition was to use it to return to the Luo family and avenge the past.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle outside the courtyard shattered Er Zhu's thoughts.
Then, voices could be heard from outside the yard.
Fathead's voice, like a duck's, cried, "Old brother, you must get justice for me!"
"Look at my hand, it's broken like this. If I can't even work in the fields from now on."
"Don't worry, Fathead. I'll definitely sort this out for you. My silly little brother's wife, with just a word from me, I can handle it in minutes."
A slightly resonant voice entered Er Zhu's ears.
Wasn't this Li Mei's husband's cousin?
A few years ago, to support the two of them, Li Mei had borrowed some money from this so-called cousin.
Who would have thought that her cousin, disregarding their kinship, would go back on his word, insisting that she had borrowed at usurious rates, and try to extort more money from Li Mei.
Er Zhu's expression turned cold. He regretted not being rougher earlier!