The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 157 - 130

In her previous life, she had never met Zhou Yuwei’s ex-husband; she had only heard the military wives in the building mention that her ex-husband was a doctor at the Military District Hospital and seemed to have a bit of a background. This Chu Yang met all of Zhou Yuwei’s requirements, both externally and internally.

As Chu Yang and Zhou Yuwei left, Lan Tian glanced at Mo Junhua and hooked his mouth into a meaningful smile.

Zhou Yuwei eventually met Chu Yang after all. When did the two start hooking up? Tian Xianghua had never mentioned this before.

"Alright, stop glaring. They can’t see you, and glaring is useless." Lan Tian scolded Chunhua irritably and headed to the ward.

"Lan Tian, listen to my explanation, it’s not what you think," Chunhua hurried over, pleadingly grabbing Lan Tian’s hand.

"Let’s settle this when we get back, hmph!"

Mo Junhua, bringing up the rear, thoughtfully glanced in the direction where Zhou Yuwei and Chu Yang had left. Just now, seeing Chu Yang’s face, fragmented memories suddenly emerged before his eyes.

"What’s all the noise outside? Are you all okay?" Seeing the three return, Zhao Li asked, looking at Chunhua. During mealtime, he heard arguing at the door and was terribly anxious, fearing Chunhua had been bullied.

"It’s nothing, just ran into a lunatic." Chunhua waved it off casually and seeing the empty bowls on the table, took them to the bathroom, washed them, and placed them back in a net pocket on the side.

During the cleanup, Lan Tian quietly watched Chunhua bustling about like a busy little bee. Mo Junhua leaned against Lan Tian, sitting on the adjacent bed, his gaze seemingly on Zhao Li’s legs, silent and lost in thought, occasionally turning to look at Lan Tian, then keeping silent again. His expressionless face revealed no trace of disturbance, appearing as usual.

The three of them, including Lan Tian, hadn’t noticed his odd behavior.

"Lan Tian, come and see how Zhao Li’s leg is recovering," Chunhua, after putting away the thermos flask, reached Zhao Li’s bedside and gently rolled up his pants leg, not looking up as she called Lan Tian over.

Watching all this, Lan Tian felt something was amiss, but couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly was wrong; it just felt strange.

Thanks to the ointment provided by Lan Tian, Zhao Li’s leg was recovering well. New flesh had grown on the shriveled leg bones, pushing up the skin layer, no longer just a bare bone. The skin and muscles were filled with blood vessels and veins bulging out; although it looked terrifying, it was a good sign.

"The recovery is going well, Chunhua, you’ve done well. Without your care, Zhao Li wouldn’t have recovered this quickly." Lan Tian came over and knew Chunhua had put a lot of care and effort into looking after Zhao Li. freewebnøvel_com

Besides the first time when the ointment used on Zhao Li was made from Spiritual Medicine, the ointments brought out subsequently were mortal medicines grown in Taohua Valley, unmodified but just older in age, and far less effective compared to spiritual ointment.

Lan Tian did this on purpose, switching to ordinary ointment. If spiritual ointment were applied, his leg would have recovered in less than a month, and it would certainly raise suspicions! A soldier who couldn’t live without amputating his limb, bouncing around after a month, would definitely make people suspicious.

How would she explain then?

"Sister-in-law, how is Zhao Li’s leg?" Zhang Tian, having just returned and seeing Lan Tian standing by Zhao Li’s bed, guessed she was re-examining him, locked the door, and stood aside, waiting for Lan Tian to finish before coming over to ask.

"It’s recovering well. With treatment like this, if we nurture it slowly for two or three years, it can return to its former state."

"Zhao Li, sister-in-law, thank you. Did you hear that, Zhao Li? Your leg can return to its previous state, you’re not going to die, and you won’t be disabled." Zhang Tian spoke excitedly and incoherently.

"Really? Lan Tian, that’s great." Chunhua was also happy for Zhao Li, hearing his leg was alright, her eyes slightly moistening. She glanced at Zhao Li, saw a genuine smile on his face, wiped her eyes, and turned to go to the bathroom.

Lan Tian watched Chunhua’s retreating figure in contemplation, Chunhua was really strange today! What was up with the young girl?

Knowing that Zhao Li’s leg could fully recover, he also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling he hadn’t let down the battalion commander’s dying request to take good care of his brother.

After washing her face, Chunhua adjusted her expression and came out to inquire about related matters from Lan Tian.

"Nothing special, just change his dressings on time as I instructed. I’ll give Zhao Li acupuncture one more time to unblock his meridians and blood vessels."

Lan Tian took out a set of silver needles from her bag, spreading them on the bed. The cloth was about a meter long, densely packed with silver needles of various thicknesses and lengths. Thin needles as fine as hair, thick needles as thick as sewing needles, making one’s scalp tingle at the sight.

Lan Tian’s fingers brushed over the needles on the cloth, swift as lightning, and inserted over a dozen silver needles into Zhao Li’s leg. The others only saw her move her hand briefly, then stop, and suddenly there were more than a dozen silver needles in Zhao Li’s leg without seeing how she moved her hand.

She lightly flicked the needle tips, a stream of Spiritual Energy flowing into Zhao Li’s leg along the silver needles, slowly circulating through his blocked channels.

"Is this the Mo Family Acupuncture Technique?" Chunhua came over curiously to look.

Lan Tian turned her head to glance at her, "You know about this acupuncture technique?"

"Um, I’ve heard Master mention it," Chunhua carefully examined a silver needle she pulled out from the fabric.

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you."

Grandpa didn’t mention that I couldn’t teach outsiders. That means I can teach others, and Chunhua is my uncle’s disciple, so she’s not an outsider.

Chunhua shook her head, "I’m not you, I can’t just watch and learn. I just need to thoroughly understand what Master has taught me, that’s enough for me."

"Of course, my uncle’s medical skills are unparalleled in the world." Lan Tian didn’t blush at all while praising Mo Yuanle.

Chunhua quickly changed the subject. Talking about her family, Lan Tian could boast for days without feeling tired and even felt proud, not at all embarrassed, making the listener tired.

"How do you feel?" Chunhua saw Zhao Li sweating on his forehead and came over worriedly.

Zhao Li didn’t want her to worry. He was about to shake his head when he heard Chunhua say, "Tell the truth. It will help Lan Tian adjust the treatment accordingly."

"Damn, it feels like ants biting. It’s not painful but it’s very itchy and uncomfortable," Zhao Li gritted his teeth. That feeling was indescribable, an itch to the bone that he couldn’t scratch, making his life worse than death. He would rather have amputated the limb.

"Lan Tian?" Chunhua looked anxiously at Lan Tian.

"If it’s very itchy and uncomfortable, that’s good. It means his leg is regaining sensations and slowly recovering..."

Lan Tian stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window, there was a small garden with neatly trimmed bushes and vibrant flowers decorating the vibrant, moist garden, with long wooden benches placed on tree-lined pathways for patients or family members to rest.

Lan Tian turned back, his gaze swept unintentionally over Chunhua and fell on Zhao Li. Looking at Mo Junhua, he said, "If you can’t stand it, you can tell me. I have another medicine here that will make you feel no pain or itch, but if anything happens to your leg after that, I won’t be responsible."

"I can endure it, sister-in-law."

Zhao Li glanced at Chunhua next to him, his face determined. He liked this honest and smart girl, wanted to honestly pursue her and not become a cripple, and didn’t want people to laugh at Chunhua for marrying a cripple.

Lan Tian’s eyes curved with a smile, turning to look outside again.

The chance encounter with Zhou Yuwei and her ex-husband, Chu Yang, troubled Lan Tian a bit; neither were good people. Zhou Yuwei was malicious at heart. If Chunhua offended her, she would definitely find ways to retaliate. When that woman went crazy, she wouldn’t care that Chunhua was Mo Junhua’s sister.

Using his Divine Sense, he followed the direction the two had left, finding them in a changing room on the second floor of the building across.

Lan Tian frowned slightly, closed his eyes as if to shut out the unsightly scene before him, forgetting he was using Divine Sense, still seeing and hearing everything. Realizing it, he quickly cut off the Divine Sense.

In broad daylight, with people coming and going in the hospital, those two hiding in the changing room doing inappropriate things, how shameful!

...

Chu Yang was panting heavily, casually wiping himself with a white coat hanging nearby. After straightening his appearance, looking tidy and decent, he sat down on a nearby chair, looking at Zhou Yuwei still lost in the aftermath, his eyes flickering with disdain.

Leaning against the chair back, Zhou Yuwei slowly calmed her emotions and pulled a silk handkerchief from her bag to carefully clean up the remnants left by the man. She pulled up her military trousers that had been lowered to her knees, glancing at Chu Yang who seemed lost in thought beside her.

"I advise you not to."

Chu Yang looked up at Zhou Yuwei, his lips curling into a wicked smile, "You know what I’m thinking?"

Zhou Yuwei moved over to sit next to Chu Yang, resting her head on his shoulder, embracing his waist, saying, "Chu Yang, I’m a woman. I can’t say I understand men completely, but I can guess a bit of a man’s thoughts. That look a man gives when he’s interested in a woman, I’m very familiar with it, just like how you were stealing glances at her."

"Heh," Chu Yang laughed, lifting his hand to stroke Zhou Yuwei’s chin gently, speaking softly, "I’ve underestimated you, too smart women are usually not preferred by men. But there’s a type of smart woman that all men like, do you know which kind?"

The kind that drags their own men down, giving opponents an opportunity, like Zhou Yuwei, ruthless and unscrupulous to achieve her goals. Since she liked Mo Junhua, she couldn’t tolerate other women around him, so to drive away other women, she could collaborate with Mo Junhua’s rivals.

Zhou Yuwei was very proud; she couldn’t bear other women coveting the man she had set her eyes on, even if that man was just a temporary collaborator. She was already Chu Yang’s woman, this man had just had an intimate relationship with her, not even two minutes had passed yet he was thinking about another woman, especially the one she wanted to drive away, Mo Junhua’s little wife, that was unbearable for her.

"Are you interested in her?"

Chu Yang’s silence confirmed Zhou Yuwei’s previous guess, her face momentarily twisted.

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