Chapter 63: The Appearance is Truly Bright

The girl in the red skirt’s expression turned even colder and more wary as she immediately returned to support the young man’s arm.

“Brother, don’t listen to her nonsense! This is too much; let the hospital security come and drive her away.”

Xia Li didn’t expect the girl to react so strongly, accusing her of being a swindler without asking for the context.

However, considering what she had said earlier about taking the young man to her father’s office to rest and brew medicine, it was likely that the prescription was written by her father.

The doctor and the patient were family; she had simply reminded him out of turn.

Xia Li smiled faintly, not intending to say anything further.

The young man glanced at the girl in the red skirt with disapproval and insisted on asking, “Comrade, cough… may I ask how you know about this chronic issue?”

“Brother, are you stupid? She just heard our conversation!” The girl looked at her brother in disbelief.

Xia Li, however, was too lazy to entangle herself with them any longer, her gaze cold: “Your complexion is very easy to read. If you want to say another word, your prescription isn’t wrong, but some of the herbs should be changed. Don’t use honey-roasted herbs; replace them with raw herbs.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl in the red skirt frowned deeply.

She sounded like someone who really understood the field.

The young man hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask more, but Xia Li picked up her bamboo basket and walked away.

She had almost sold all her goji berries for the afternoon, and her previous spot was made dirty by the bowl of broken clay pot soup, making the ground quite unpleasant; she didn’t want to stay there any longer.

Besides, it felt good to show off and then leave.

She had honestly expressed her thoughts; whether others listened or were willing to verify them had nothing to do with her.

With the small amount of money she had earned, Xia Li headed back early.

Meanwhile, in the patch of wasteland not far from the village’s thatched cottages, the pale golden sunlight diligently provided the last warmth of the autumn days.

The man in the field was focused on his work, his wheat-colored, strong body covered in beads of sweat from diligent labor.

His thin shirt was half wet, faintly outlining the clear, taut lines of his muscles.

Jiang Chenyi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his angular face looking cold and serious while working.

A drop of sweat slid down his prominent nose, silently falling to the ground as he bent over.

He felt hot all over, so he imitated the old man next to him, effortlessly removing his shirt with one hand from the top of his head and tossing it aside onto the ridge, revealing his hard, muscular body.

In the countryside, this wasn’t particularly eye-catching; after all, everyone was working hard in the fields, and the men were all drenched in sweat, so going shirtless was quite common.

However, to those watching, this young man who had just come was still different from the others.

Not to mention his physique while working—tall and lean, his youthful and vigorous figure exuded a sense of calm energy. It was hard to describe, but it made women blush and steal glances from a distance.

On the ridge by the path, a short, plump woman in a floral top walked over, hands on her hips.

She was petite, with a curvy figure, and as she walked, her hips swayed slightly.

Unbeknownst to her, countless pairs of eyes pretended to be casually watching her.

Old Zhang tapped his pipe; there were no tobacco leaves to smoke in the daytime, so he occasionally took a few puffs to satisfy his craving.

He squinted slightly, unlike the younger men who were sneaking glances. He looked openly and remarked with a tsk, “She looks really bright.”

Old Zhang glanced at the man working hard in the nearby wasteland.

That man seemed completely unaware of the stir caused among the men in the field by the passing woman, his solid figure expressionless as he hoed and turned the soil.

His arms were muscular and strong, his bare back slightly bent, creating a robust arc in his silhouette.