Chapter 9: Wan Zihong Seeks Help

Ding Quandan was so thrilled by Su Jingwen’s kiss that he practically jumped three feet high.

He hurriedly grabbed his sickle and basket, then trudged over to the vegetable field to harvest the mature Yuanbao grass, preparing to make Yuanbao ointment.

To his surprise, ever since the Medicine Maiden Red Cherry had breathed a bit of immortal energy onto him, not only did he gain the ability to see through things, but his body had also been strengthened. He was bursting with endless energy. After harvesting more than half an acre of Yuanbao grass, he was still calm and unbothered, not out of breath at all.

As he bent over cutting the medicinal herb, suddenly a hand lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw none other than Wan Zihong, wife of village chief Ding Daming.

Wan Zihong’s face was pale, her expression painful, clutching at the two “things” on her chest, lamenting bitterly, “Quandan, I heard from Tian Zhenzhen that you can diagnose illnesses. My chest hurts so badly I’m rolling on the ground. Please, help me take a look!”

Seeing she was Ding Daming’s wife, Ding Quandan thought, That bastard Ding Daming took advantage of my sister-in-law and nearly assaulted her. Damn it, if you bully my sister-in-law, I’ll mess with your wife!

An eye for an eye!

With this in mind, Ding Quandan feigned ignorance: “Sister Zihong, I need to first confirm what illness it is before I can give the right treatment. Basically, it means a hands-on exam. Are you willing?”

After saying this, Ding Quandan made a grabbing motion.

Wan Zihong screamed, instinctively stepping back. She wanted to refuse—how could a woman let another man randomly check her private parts, especially when it was a hands-on exam!

Her face darkened as she planned to go to town to find a female doctor. But just after a few steps, she suddenly cried out and collapsed to the ground again, clutching her chest and writhing in pain.

Begging, she said, “Quandan, I’m willing! Please save me, help me!”

Ding Quandan opened his (x-ray/clairvoyance) eye and looked through to her chest, seeing a thick cloud of illness energy rising from it!

He immediately knew she had mastitis!

But secretly, he wanted to get back at Ding Daming for taking advantage of his sister-in-law.

So he stepped forward and said, “If I cure you, you have to kiss me for three minutes!”

“Huh?”

Wan Zihong’s face turned green with anger. “You idiot! No wonder people in the village say you’re a fool. You really are! I’m not your wife—how could I possibly kiss you? No way, don’t say stupid things!”

“I may be a fool, but I can diagnose illness. This is voluntary—I won’t force you. If you don’t want to, fine!”

After saying that, Ding Quandan nonchalantly returned to harvesting Yuanbao grass in his own field.

Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, Wan Zihong came back looking miserable and resigned, as if saying I can’t win with you.

She said to Ding Quandan, “Fine, I agree to kiss you for one minute.”

“Three minutes—less than three won’t do!”

Ding Quandan was firm, no room for negotiation. “Not to brag, but only I can cure your illness! I can stop the pain completely in five minutes.”

“Just to be clear, you can only kiss me. No hands-on stuff, and definitely no treating me like your wife!” Wan Zihong added, blushing.

She was really desperate—her chest lumps weren’t serious diseases, but the pain was unbearable.

Ding Quandan grinned with a hint of conspiracy, “Come here, I’ll start with the hands-on exam!”

“Ah? It’s not safe here—what if someone sees me naked?”

Ding Quandan pointed toward the nearby Baisha Mountain, “I’ll go find the right herbs in the mountains. You wait for me at the mountain entrance.”

“Okay, hurry back!”

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Wan Zihong rode up the village path on her scooter, the engine buzzing as she headed up the mountain.

Ding Quandan looked around and saw no one was paying attention. Then with a shout, he sped off along the riverside lined with green willows and peach trees, wobbling as he went, heading toward the mountain along the rushing Baisha River.

Wan Zihong was extremely anxious. When she saw Ding Quandan, she grabbed him and pulled him into the woods. She took off her jacket voluntarily, closed her eyes, and said, “You check it!”

Ding Quandan saw she had removed the cover and noticed two lesions. He was a bit disappointed and said, “So it was just squeezed out.”

He had hoped to see something real, thinking she might have D, but it turned out to be just A.

Wan Zihong awkwardly said, “Dummy, just focus on the illness, don’t worry about anything else!”

“Do you want to make it bigger?”

Ding Quandan suddenly remembered the Medicine Immortal space, that herbal woman Hong Yingtao — she was unusually well-endowed. He’d heard her mention once that in their Medicine Immortal space there was a herb for breast enhancement called Milk Grass, which, combined with Yuanbao Grass, could enlarge breasts.

Wan Zihong’s eyes lit up: “Dummy, do you have a way to make it bigger?”

“Yes, but it costs money. One treatment is 20,000 yuan. I have an ancestral secret recipe — no surgery needed, just natural herbs to achieve the size you want!”

Ding Quandan said confidently.

“Money’s not the problem! I just don’t believe your herbs can turn A into D?”

Wan Zihong didn’t believe it at all.

“I’ll cure your illness first, then we’ll talk!”

Saying that, Ding Quandan began to manually examine the lesion area on her.

After over ten minutes, Wan Zihong noticed her breathing getting a little abnormal. She frowned and said, “Dummy, haven’t you finished the check yet?”

“Almost done. You have mastitis, and it’s serious!”

Wan Zihong quickly put her clothes back on and weakly said, “Dummy, you said you could relieve the pain in minutes. Then hurry up and apply the medicine?”

“Why rush? I’ll go catch a softshell turtle in the river first!”

It was mid-May, the time when softshell turtles come ashore to lay eggs.

At this time, wild softshell turtles are a delicacy among wealthy people.

Wan Zihong saw Ding Quandan didn’t hesitate — he took off his clothes and jumped into the river. When she saw him searching in the bushes by the shore, she nearly fainted: “Ding Quandan, are you crazy? My breasts are inflamed, and you’re catching a turtle?”

Splash!

Ding Quandan surfaced holding a big softshell turtle, weighing over ten kilograms. It was wild, fierce, snapping its jaws aggressively.

“What do you know? I’m taking this turtle to the mountain to trade for medicine, is that okay?”

Ding Quandan quickly covered his mouth, thinking he almost let the secret slip.

Wan Zihong was really curious and pressed for an explanation: “What? Trade for medicine in the mountain? Who do you trade with?”

“No, I mean I caught this turtle to sell for money. Then I’ll go to the mountain to get medicine for you. What’s the problem?”

Wan Zihong was confused: “Ding Quandan, are you messing with me? Then go get the medicine, okay?”

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!”

Ding Quandan said, then strode out, chanting a mantra and entered the Medicine Immortal space.