Chapter 121 Treatment

After buying the steamed buns, the three of them were overjoyed and walked towards the agreed-upon location, chatting and laughing all the way.

When they arrived at their destination, they found that no one else had arrived, and the oxcart was nowhere to be seen.

However, they did not feel anxious or impatient. Instead, they naturally found a cool and comfortable spot to sit down and patiently waited for the others to arrive.

Perhaps because they had just eaten together, the initial awkwardness between the three of them had lessened, and they chatted occasionally, the topics were light and pleasant, and the atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.

Before we knew it, more than twenty minutes had passed.

Finally, the clear sound of cowbells drifted from afar, and a slowly moving oxcart gradually came into view...

Just then, several people arrived one after another and waited. Some stood together chatting, while others sat on a nearby rock to rest.

Shen Xiaoxiao immediately saw Uncle Laogen jump down from the oxcart. She quickly and carefully took out a steaming hot vegetable bun from the bag she was carrying, and then walked quickly to Uncle Laogen and handed it to him.

He said softly, "Uncle Lao Gen, try this vegetable bun, it's delicious!"

Shen Laogen waved his hands repeatedly, smiling as he declined, saying, "No, no, little girl, you should keep it for yourself and take it home to eat." As he spoke, he gently pushed Shen Xiaoxiao's hand away.

Shen Xiaoxiao did not give up and insisted with a smile, "Take it, Uncle Laogen, I bought a lot more today." After saying that, she pushed the vegetable buns in her hand forward a little further.

Seeing that Shen Xiaoxiao was so stubborn, Shen Laogen really couldn't refuse anymore, so he had no choice but to reach out and take the bun.

But then, he quickly pulled out the fare that Shen Xiaoxiao had given him that morning from his pocket, wanting to return it to her, muttering, "I've accepted the steamed bun, but you have to take this money back, otherwise I won't feel right about it."

Upon seeing this, Shen Xiaoxiao immediately put on a stern face and refused with a serious expression: "Uncle Laogen, these are steamed buns that I specially bought to show my respect to you. How can I accept your money? Please eat them while they are hot. If you delay any longer, the steamed buns will get cold."

Hearing Shen Xiaoxiao's words, Shen Laogen knew that her mind was made up, so he didn't say anything more. He nodded gratefully, and then took a big bite of the fragrant vegetable bun.

Before long, everyone who was going back together had arrived.

Shen Laogen skillfully cracked his whip, urging the ox-drawn cart forward slowly, embarking on the journey home.

Along the way, everyone laughed and chatted idly, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

However, they had only traveled less than half the distance when Shen Laogen suddenly stopped the oxcart without warning.

Sitting on the oxcart, Shen Xiaoxiao was half asleep when the sudden stop startled her awake. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Shen Laogen quickly jumped off the oxcart, strode forward, and turned back to Shen Xiaoxiao, saying, "There seems to be someone lying on the ground ahead. I'll go check it out." Before he finished speaking, he was already beside the person lying on the ground.

Shen Xiaoxin felt slightly uneasy, fearing that something might happen, so she quickly followed and got off the car.

At the same time, seeing this, Dai Xingyun and Xiahou Jie jumped off the oxcart without hesitation and walked together toward the person who had fallen to the ground.

Upon approaching, Shen Xiaoxiao asked Shen Laogen, who was examining the injured man, "Uncle Laogen, how is this person?"

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Shen Laogen's every move.

Shen Laogen replied with a solemn expression, "There is an unconscious person lying here, but I can't tell where he is injured yet, so I don't dare to move him easily."

Shen Xiaoxiao had already walked up to him. She squatted down and gently took the man's wrist.

When Shen Laogen saw it, a strange light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Not only that, when he noticed the other people following behind him, he intentionally or unintentionally turned his body slightly to one side, which conveniently blocked their view.

Shen Xiaoxiao quickly placed her fingers on the man's pulse, and after only a moment, she understood—this man was having an asthma attack!

Moreover, judging from the situation, if they hadn't happened to be passing by, this vibrant life would probably have perished in this desolate wilderness in another five or six minutes.

However, at this moment, the situation remains extremely critical.

After all, the illness has been prolonged, and the situation is not optimistic.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Xiaoxiao reached into her pocket, but actually took out a set of glittering silver needles from her spatial storage.

Seeing this, Dai Xingyun, who was standing to the side, had a slight glint in his eyes and thought to himself, "How can this little pocket be like a magical treasure chest? It can produce anything you need from it."

At this moment, Shen Xiaoxiao was completely unaware that she had only met Dai Xingyun three times, yet she had inadvertently exposed this secret right in front of him.

Immediately afterward, Shen Xiaoxiao deftly retrieved a silver needle as thin as a hair and precisely inserted it into acupoints, primarily the back-shu points, front-mu points, and source-yuan points. These included important acupoints such as Feishu, Zhongfu, Taiyuan, Dingchuan, and Tanzhong. (The acupuncture methods described here are purely fictional; readers should treat them as entertainment.)

Time passed slowly, and as silver needles were accurately inserted into the corresponding acupoints, the man, whose face was originally as pale as paper, gradually regained some color, and his complexion improved.

Finally, as the last needle was inserted steadily, the man's tightly closed eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes very slowly.

Faced with this situation, Shen Xiaoxiao remained calm and composed, her hands moving swiftly and deftly inserting the last needle deep into the designated spot.

Once she confirmed that the man had fully regained consciousness, she carefully put all the silver needles back into the needle case and then back into her pocket.

"Did you save me? Thank you!" The man's voice was still a little weak, but his eyes were sincere.

"It was nothing. Where do you live? Why don't you carry your medicine with you when you have this illness?" Shen Xiaoxiao asked cryptically, without revealing what kind of illness the man had.

"I forgot to bring it when I went out today..." the man in his thirties said, looking embarrassed.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses was gentle yet profound. He appeared refined and cultured, somewhat out of place with his surroundings, making it clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person.