(ps: Just got back and don't have time to write, so I'm posting an old draft especially to let you know I'm writing. Come back in an hour to check.)
The gentle breeze blew softly, and warm sunlight bathed the earth.
Lin Yi opened the door of his small clinic, stepped out, and stretched.
“Dr. Lin, Dr. Lin, Assistant Liu caught a cold last night and wants you to come take a look.”
A simple young man ran over and shouted loudly.
The Assistant Liu he mentioned was a village cadre, the assistant to the village secretary, who had just graduated from university and come to the countryside: Liu Shiyun.
Nowadays, university students who go to the countryside usually take on one of these two positions: assistant to the village secretary or assistant to the village head.
“What exactly is the situation?” Lin Yi asked, concerned.
Lin Yi was the little miracle doctor of Niujia Village. He had been brought back here by an old Taoist priest since he was young and had hardly ever left. Several nearby villages came to him for treatment.
Whether it was a serious illness or a minor ailment, his medicine was always effective.
“I don’t know. She just said she felt dizzy and lethargic,” Niu Dabao said, scratching his head and smiling innocently.
“Alright, you go on ahead, I’ll be there soon,” Lin Yi instructed.
“Roger that.”
Niu Dabao finished speaking and ran off with his usual robust strides.
Lin Yi turned back into the clinic, picked up his medicine chest, locked the door of the small clinic, and walked towards the village committee dormitory.
Village Committee.
Lin Yi, carrying his medicine chest, arrived at the second floor of the dormitory and, familiar with the way, walked to the door of a room and knocked.
“Come in, the door isn’t locked.”
A lazy voice came from inside the room. Due to a stuffy nose, the voice was slightly hoarse, but it couldn’t conceal the owner’s elegant, pleasant, and melodious voice.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yi pushed the door open and entered. He first poked his head inside and called out:
“Assistant Liu.”
Liu Shiyun was half-lying on the desk. Seeing Lin Yi enter, she sniffed her nose and said, “Dr. Lin is here. Hurry and take a look, I feel awful.”
Lin Yi walked over, placed the medicine chest on the desk, and asked, “Assistant Liu, what discomforts are you feeling?”
“I have a headache, my nose is blocked, and when I go outside and feel the wind, my eyes water, and also…”
Liu Shiyun blushed when she said this, as if she was embarrassed to continue.
“Do not shy away from medical advice,” Lin Yi reminded her.
“My period has started, and I have some abdominal pain, which might have worsened due to the cold,” Liu Shiyun said, blushing and not daring to look at Lin Yi.
Her originally beautiful face, with this touch of shyness, gained even more color.
“Extend your hand, let me feel your pulse,” Lin Yi said, looking at Liu Shiyun.
Liu Shiyun then reluctantly extended her small hand. Her hand was like a tender sprout, her skin like congealed fat, her slender fingers like bamboo shoots, and her wrist like a white lotus root.
Lin Yi couldn’t help but glance at it more before placing his hand on Liu Shiyun’s pulse.
A moment later.
Lin Yi said, “You’ve caught a cold. The dysmenorrhea has exacerbated your discomfort. I’ll give you two acupuncture needles to relieve it, and I’ll bring you a decoction later.”
Although he had said to not shy away from medical advice, with a man and a woman alone in a room, the atmosphere was inevitably somewhat peculiar.
Especially when a man said he was going to give you acupuncture, it was bound to spark imagination.
“Okay.” Liu Shiyun nodded numbly.
Then, as if remembering something, she quickly asked, “Dr. Lin… will the acupuncture require me to take off my clothes?”
“No, I’ll just give you two needles at the Fengchi acupoint behind your neck. It can relieve your headache,” Lin Yi explained.
At such a young age, she already had a flat chest. Who would want to look?
Liu Shiyun was indeed beautiful. Her youthful appearance, her picturesque features, and her jade-like bones and icy skin were truly striking.
But none of this could hide the fact that she was still a budding flower.
Heaven bestowed upon you unparalleled beauty, but it must take something away.
...
Pouring rain, thunder and lightning.
Summer was like this. The weather, originally bright and sunny, would suddenly turn to heavy rain, soaking anyone caught outdoors.
Lin Yi took shelter in a thatched hut on the mountaintop, shaking the wet hair from his head and putting down the basket of collected herbs.
This thatched hut had been built by villagers in the past when they herded sheep; it looked quite old.
“This darn weather, how many times have you proven the weather forecast wrong.”
Lin Yi wrung out the corner of his clothes, water dripping down his pant legs onto the ground.
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Crack…
A bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a rumble of thunder.
Just as Lin Yi was about to curse, a beautiful figure darted into the thatched hut.
Her hair was wet and hung down her back. She was wearing a white t-shirt and black long pants.
Because she was drenched by the rain, her fair white skin clung to the white t-shirt on her back, appearing faintly visible.
Her pants were also soaked through, fitting tightly against her flesh, revealing her entire shape clearly to Lin Yi’s gaze.
It was as if there was a deep ravine, quickening the heartbeat.
As Lin Yi stared blankly, the graceful figure turned around.
“Ah…”
“Sister-in-law?”
The woman, not expecting anyone to be in the thatched hut, exclaimed in surprise as she turned.
At the moment she turned, Lin Yi got a clear look. It was Liu Qianqian, the wife of Lin Dafu from the same village.
Lin Dafu and Lin Yi were not only fellow villagers but also distantly related through their ancestors. Tracing back eight generations, they might have had some kinship.
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Come back in an hour to check. I’m posting an old draft. I’ll revise it later, so please come back and take a look. Mwah! To avoid missing an update, I’m really pushing myself.