Chapter 33: The Pure Yin Body

  Two people were chatting and laughing, just after mentioning two conditions, they found Cong Ye appearing from the corridor entrance.

  "Sister-in-law, Xiao Wei, it's time for lunch."

  Perhaps seeing hope in Yan Qingcheng's words, Bai Wei's mental state improved a lot. She quickly got down from the small bed, turned her back to Cong Ye, and tidied up her clothes.

  "Sister-in-law, when will he be able to come?"

  After tidying up her clothes, Bertha turned around and asked a question without forgetting.

  Yan Qingcheng first turned her head to glance at Cong Ye standing at the entrance of the corridor before turning back to say to Bai Wei:

  "What does Xiaowei hope for?"

  "Of course, the sooner the better, I couldn't even last a day."

  "Alright, the sooner the better. Sister will listen to you. Let's make it this afternoon then. Now let's go have lunch and after we get back, we'll treat Xiao Wei's illness."

  Yan Qingcheng stroked Bai Wei's hair gently, speaking in a soft and gentle voice.

  "Xiao Wei has come back from so far away to see her sister, what delicious food can she be treated to at noon?"

  "Hehe, you're so sweet-tongued. What do you want to eat? You tell me."

  "Uh, I want to eat the dishes made by sister with her own hands."

  Half of what Pei Wei said was sincere, because Yan Qingcheng's cooking skills were indeed good, and Cong Ye had also tasted them. The other half was that he didn't want Yan Qingcheng to spend money unnecessarily. Ever since he came to the medical hall for treatment, Yan Qingcheng had never charged him a single penny, let alone occasionally treated him to a meal. Now that Ri Zhao Lane had relocated, the medical hall had not been open for business for a long time. Knowing that Yan Qingcheng's finances were likely tight, Pei Wei spoke up.

  "Is it that you really want to eat or are you worried that your sister can't afford to invite you?"

  "What sister said is true, I really want to eat the dishes made by sister's own hands."

  "Alright then."

  Turning his head to look at Cong Ye said:

  "Cong Ye, you go back to Ri Zhuo Xiang first, I'll go buy vegetables with Xiao Wei."

  "Sister-in-law, it's cold outside, I'll go buy vegetables instead."

  Cong Ye said, and specially looked at Bai Wei.

  "Alright then, I'll go back with Xiaowei and wait for you."

  After the two left, Congye also closed the door and walked downstairs to the vegetable market. On the way, Congye was still thinking that Baiwei's illness couldn't be cured in a big hospital, how could she recover so quickly after coming back and being treated by her sister-in-law? The Baiwei he saw earlier was like a different person from when he first entered the door. Although her face was still very pale, her spirit had improved a lot.

  The small house in Rizhao Alley is much warmer than the hospital side. Although more than half of the demolition has been completed, the underground heating pipes have not been removed and are still providing warmth to the handful of residents who have not yet moved away.

  Lunch was warm and cozy, not just because Yan Qingcheng's cooking skills were good, but also because Bai Wei saw hope again and became as lively and lovely as before. Although from time to time, she would frown due to the discomfort in her lower abdomen, she still smiled sweetly, possibly because the room temperature was a bit high, there was always a flush on her cheeks. Against the pale skin, it looked a bit dazzling.

  After lunch, the three of them took a taxi back to Qingcheng Medical Hall.

  "Sister, what time is he coming?"

  As soon as she entered the door, Bertha asked with some urgency.

  "I've been here for a while."

  "Where is it? I don't see it."

  Bo Wei said as she looked at Yan Qing Cheng's face with a mysterious expression, her puzzled look was really cute.

  "Yes, it's this Doctor Cong."

  Yan Qingcheng pointed to the nearby foliage and looked at Bai Wei with a delighted smile, whose mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

  "Sister, how is this possible? When did Brother Congye become a doctor?"

  "Sister-in-law, you're teasing me too."

  The two of them almost spoke at the same time.

  "Thicket leaves,"

  Yan Qingcheng didn't answer Bai Wei's question, instead she said to Cong Ye:

  "I've thought it over and over, and I think the only thing that can cure Xiaowei's illness is your mysterious hot spring. I just instructed Xiaowei to keep your secret for you."

  "Sister-in-law, I can try, but..."

  Yan Qingcheng naturally understood what Cong Ye's concerns were.

  "Don't worry, I've already told Xiaowei. Just focus on unblocking her meridians. Do what needs to be done, don't have any reservations."

  After finishing speaking, Yan Qingcheng supported Bai Wei to come to the bedside.

  "Xiao Wei went up and lay down."

  Bai Wei thought that Cong Ye would also do the same as Yan Qing Cheng, putting her hand into her clothes to massage her lower abdomen, and immediately became shy and lay down gently, closing her eyes. Yan Qing Cheng knew that Bai Wei had misunderstood, but didn't explain, instead turning to look at Cong Ye.

  "Let's start, Cong Ye, sister-in-law is watching from the side."

  Cong Ye had been called "sister" by Yan Qing Cheng a few times when she first arrived at Guan Hai City, but afterwards, it was always "I". Today, suddenly hearing "sister" again made Cong Ye feel somewhat uncomfortable, which was completely different from the usual feeling of being called "sister" all the time. Subconsciously, she took a glance at Yan Qing Cheng and saw that her expression seemed to be somewhat despondent, but she didn't dare to confirm it.

  Slowly approaching the bedside, Yan Qingcheng had already moved over a chair. After Cong Ye sat down, he lifted up Bai Wei's wrist with her eyes closed and face flushed, placing his left hand underneath as support, while his right hand placed three fingers on Bai Wei's three acupoints of the inch, guan, and chi.

  When a thin stream of heat, through the three fingers placed on her wrist by Cong Ye, entered her body, Bai Wei realized that she had misunderstood earlier. She opened her eyes, turned her head, and curiously looked at Cong Ye's fingers on her wrist. After looking for half a day, she didn't find anything unusual. Instead, it was the stream of heat that extended up her arm, bringing her an indescribable comfort that attracted Bai Wei. She closed her eyes again, savoring it carefully.

  It was completely different from the feeling of giving Yan Qingcheng acupuncture. As soon as Cong Ye's three fingers touched Bai Wei's thin wrist, it felt like inserting them into cold water. What surprised Cong Ye even more was that the heat flow he input was slowly disappearing, as if being absorbed by Bai Wei's meridians. Therefore, Cong Ye had to increase the amount of heat flow input to maintain its circulation in Bai Wei's meridians.

  It was just the Shaoyin Lung Meridian, yet it took Cong Ye over two hours to dredge it, and only then did it barely get through. Moreover, the hot flow in Cong Ye's body had also been exhausted.

  Yan Qingcheng had already noticed the beads of sweat on Cong Ye's forehead, which were rolling down his cheeks. More than once, Yan Qingcheng used her handkerchief to wipe Cong Ye's sweat away. Later on, Cong Ye's hair even started emitting wisps of heat, clearly a result of the evaporating sweat.

  Finally saw Cong Ye put down Bai Wei's wrist, stood up and took a deep breath. Yan Qing Cheng hastily handed Cong Ye a cup of warm water and asked with concern:

  "How is it?"

  Yan Qingcheng's question was quite vague, perhaps asking if Cong Ye was tired or perhaps asking about Bai Wei's situation. Cong Ye thought for a moment and said:

  "Xiao Wei's situation is special, and it's completely different from when I was clearing the blockage for my sister-in-law. Most of the heat flow I input has been absorbed by Bai Wei's meridians. Otherwise, it wouldn't have just cleared the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian and consumed all the heat flow."

  As the two of them were asking and answering each other, Bai Wei was still lying on the bed without moving. Yan Qingcheng walked over to take a closer look and found that Bai Wei had fallen asleep. She quickly covered her with a thin quilt that had been prepared for the patient's infusion.

  "Thank you for your hard work."

  "My sister-in-law is getting more and more polite to me."

  Seemingly, there was a hint of emotion in Cong Ye's words. Yan Qingcheng raised her head to look at Cong Ye, and coincidentally, Cong Ye also looked back at her. After their eyes met, neither of them avoided the other immediately, but instead they silently stared at each other for several seconds.

  "Sister-in-law."

  "Thicket of leaves."

  "Are both Yan Dafu and Cong Dafu present?"

  Just as both of them felt they had something to say to each other, a voice suddenly came from the stairway. Without looking, Cong Ye also knew it was Qi Jiali who had arrived.

  "Brother Qi, Grandpa Qi is unwell again?"

  After entering winter, the elderly Qi family members are often in poor condition. Even with Cong Ye's help to unblock their meridians, the effect is not very obvious. After all, they are over 80 years old, and the functions of various organs in their bodies have declined severely.

  "No, Grandpa is fine. It's just been several days since he came over, so he came to see you all."

  Cong Ye found that Qiji Li had been going to the medical hall more and more frequently recently. However, he didn't come yesterday, and it seemed like he hadn't come for several days. Seeing Qiji Li's eyes occasionally stealing glances at Yan Qingcheng, Cong Ye felt a little displeased.

  "Oh, Brother Qi, please sit down. I thought something had happened to Grandfather Qi's health again."

  "Please drink some water."

  At this time, Yan Qingcheng poured a glass of water for Qi Jiali and gently placed it on the table in front of him.

  "Thank you, Doctor Yan."

  At this time, Qiji saw Baiwei on the hospital bed and curiously asked:

  "Who is it, sleeping here on such a cold day?"

  "Oh, it's one of my sister-in-law's patients. I just treated her and didn't expect her to fall asleep."

  Qī Jiālì sat in the chair, holding the glass of water that Yán Qīngchéng had poured for him, making small talk and chatting idly for over ten minutes before getting up to take his leave. After Cóng Yè saw Qī Jiālì off and came back, he stood by the bed, observing Bǎi Wēi who was sleeping soundly, and said to Yán Qīngchéng:

  I don't like him.

  "Who don't you like?"

  "Zhiliali."

  "Why?"

  "For no reason."

  Yan Qingcheng discovered from Cong Ye's gaze that Cong Ye really didn't like Qi Jiali.

  "Is it because of myself?"

  Yan Qingcheng suddenly asked herself a question in her heart. Because, relying on a woman's intuition, Yan Qingcheng had long discovered that every time Qi Jiali came to the medical institute with an excuse, she always liked to secretly look at herself. And whenever this happened, she would find that Cong Ye's face didn't look very good.

  "Could it be that Cong Ye he..."

  Yan Qingcheng was shocked by her own analysis for a moment, and then a sweet feeling rose from the bottom of her heart. She hurriedly turned away her slightly hot face and excused herself to observe Bertha sleeping on the bed again.