The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

"what's wrong?"

Ye Fanxing could only pretend to be sleepy and mumbled.

He was extremely thankful that it was a rainy night, otherwise he would not be able to continue pretending.

"You had a nightmare. We still have clothes at home. The cold wave will come in half a month. You don't have to worry."

Song Haoming wanted to hold his young husband in his arms to comfort him, but Xiaonan was still sleeping in the middle. He suddenly thought that after this natural disaster, he would definitely rebuild the house and let Xiaonan sleep alone then!

"Well, by the way, is your leg uncomfortable?"

Ye Fanxing sat up and prepared to go downstairs to light a lamp in the dark. It was no wonder that he thought too much. Generally, injuries would feel particularly uncomfortable when it rains or is cloudy.

The best way to deal with this discomfort is massage and heat.

Song Haoming grabbed Ye Fanxing's feet as she was about to climb out of bed, and brought her into bed, "No, if you're worried, let's go to town and ask Doctor Ren to check it out in the morning."

Ye Fanxing nodded while lying in Song Haoming's arms, thinking that it would rain lightly in the first few days, so the trip would not be delayed. It would be a good time to buy some things when the time comes.

Furthermore, bone setting is different from other things. He knows how to do it but is not proficient in it. It would be safer to find a professional to check it out.

The two of them talked a lot, until Ye Fanxing's breathing became steady and they stopped talking.

To be precise, Ye Fanxing was being tricked by Song Haoming without even realizing it!

Song Haoming held his arms tightly around his young husband. He knew very well that the "dynasty" his young husband was talking about was definitely not the Great Jin Dynasty, but... Alas!

His eyes darkened involuntarily, and he lowered his head to kiss the young man's hair, whispering softly: "Go to sleep, don't be afraid, I will help you protect your secret."

Seeing this scene, 2587 in his mind complained helplessly, "Host, your underwear is about to be stripped off. If you continue pretending, wouldn't that be just like trying to cover up the truth?"

He may complain but he won't give any reminders. After all, only in this way can the host's life be colorful and he can enjoy the show better!

The next morning, Song Haoming saw Ye Fanxing curled up in his arms like a docile kitten, with his charming peach blossom eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

He slowly lowered his head, looked at the person who was relying on him in his arms, and unconsciously curled up the corners of his lips.

When Ye Fanxing woke up, it was already daybreak. Xiaonan had already gone to play with Shuo Ge'er. He sat up and glared at Song Haoming in reproach. It was his fault for not waking him up.

Listening to the sound of rain outside, Ye Fanxing frowned. Although it was a drizzle, the rain was very heavy.

After a simple breakfast, they left Nan'er to the care of Shen Bai and his son. The couple drove a mule cart straight to the town.

As soon as the mule cart left the yard, Song Haoming regretted his suggestion. After all, if his husband wanted to drive, he would have to be outside in the rain.

Ye Fanxing didn't think much about it. He was wearing a straw raincoat and he wasn't a delicate woman, so he didn't take the rain seriously at all.

All the way to Baohe Hall, Song Haoming felt sorry for his husband whose face was pale from the cold, and hurriedly urged him to get in the car and change into dry clothes to avoid catching a cold.

When he saw Zhang Renjing being led over by the waiter, he said bluntly, "Please, Manager Zhang, give my husband a bowl of ginger soup to keep the cold away."

It’s just ginger soup. Even if it was ginseng soup, he would definitely agree to it.

Zhang Renjing had seen Ye Fanxing yesterday, but he didn't hear him say anyone in his family was sick. He came today in the rain, so it must be something important.

"What's so urgent that you have to come here in the rain? But...?"

Song Haoming quickly interrupted him and said, "Husband, I feel sorry for my leg injury and it will be uncomfortable in this rainy day, so I came here to see Doctor Ren."

Zhang Renjing felt relieved when he heard that no one in his family was sick.

He heard that Ye Fanxing bought a lot of herbs at Huichuntang yesterday. Isn't he afraid that his own medicine shop would be emptied out?

Ye Fanxing changed his clothes and came out to see Zhang Renjing, who looked relieved as if he was facing a great enemy. He considered it as a good deed for Zhang Renjing.

"Manager Zhang, I noticed that your medicine shop has been making more ginger soup recently. If anyone comes to offer you a bowl, it will surely make your medicine shop more prosperous."

Seeing Zhang Renjing nodding and leading the way for Song Haoming, they arrived at Ren Zhengyang's bone-setting room in a moment.

Ye Fanxing carried Song Haoming to the bed, looked at his red ears, and pinched them twice mischievously.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

This made Song Haoming's face turn red. He had to cough lightly to pretend to be calm and divert his attention.

"Husband, go drink the ginger soup first!"

Ren Zhengyang looked at the loving couple and shook his head.

Then he carefully removed the splints fixed on Song Haoming's legs and examined Yifan carefully. He was a little shocked at Song Haoming's recovery speed.

Normally, after a fracture, the upper limbs recover in about 28 days or one to one and a half months; the lower limbs recover in about two to three months.

To put it in the most serious terms, Song Haoming's treatment has only been for a month and a half. How can the effect be the same as recuperating for three months?

He asked directly whatever came to his mind. Ye Fanxing said without even raising her eyelids: "Like cures like. Bone soup is a must-have at home during this period."

Of course he wouldn't say that the water in his bone soup was spiritual spring water, which could revive the dead. How could it not be cured if it was just a broken bone?

However, Ren Zhengyang was somewhat worried, so he still advised: "Now that you have recovered, I do not recommend walking or standing for a long time, but you can increase the amount little by little."

"If you feel leg discomfort on a rainy day, hot compresses and massages can relieve it. For people with bone injuries, the pain can be cured in as little as three years, or it may last a lifetime."

After thinking for a while, he looked at Ye Fanxing and said, "If the pain is really unbearable, you can also use acupuncture to relieve the pain."

Ye Fanxing nodded. Anyway, Song Haoming probably already knew everything about her medical skills, but he just didn't reveal it to him.

He had forgotten about buying silver needles before. Thinking of this, he didn't care about other people's eyes and asked Zhang Renjing beside him, "How much are two silver needles?"

Zhang Renjing paused as he stroked his beard. He really was asking for too much, two faces at once?

Doesn't he know that the silver needles of medical families are handed down from their ancestors and are priceless treasures?

"Why not sell it?"

Zhang Renjing was helpless. After thinking about it, he could only let Zhang Xiaofan take the two sets of silver needles customized for the apprentice.

As for the money for the silver needles, he confiscated it and regarded it as a thank you gift for the two prescriptions for typhoid pills.

Ye Fanxing put one set of silver needles on herself and gave the other set to Song Haoming, not asking him to keep it for her, but asking him to use it as a weapon for self-defense.

As the saying goes, in troubled times, a scholar is useless. He doesn't even want to be a widower!