RYEY -Chapter 306 Li Ming Causes Trouble

Cheng Qiao officially entered an intense period of study. Every day she woke before dawn, walked into the shaded areas of the campus, took out steamed buns and milk, and recited her textbooks while eating.

There are many things in medicine that need to be memorized thoroughly. For this kind of memorization, there is no shortcut other than reading, reviewing, and repeating over and over again.

By the time the other students had finished breakfast and arrived at class, Cheng Qiao had already previewed the day’s lessons. She took notes while attending class and, instead of resting after class, immediately started on the homework assigned by the teacher.

Late at night, when everything was quiet, Cheng Qiao would pull the curtains, place two pillows in her quilt, and enter her space. She would plant and harvest herbs as needed, constantly shuttling between the medicine-making room and the storage room.

The pills produced in her space had already become Ye Jun’s treasured secret arsenal. They could cure stubborn, acute, and even rare diseases—essentially, “the medicine works and the illness disappears.”

As a result, patient visits to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital surged. Everyone wanted treatment from Director Ye, but he rarely saw patients unless they were special cases with appointments.

Naturally, all attention turned to Cheng Qiao. Somehow, word had spread that she was Ye Jun’s only disciple, leading to frequent visits to the Chinese medicine university.

Cheng Qiao could hardly cope with the disruption. She was already busy with classes, had to take care of four children on weekends, and sometimes needed to check in on Qin Yue since Zhao Hui still hadn’t returned for her sake.

The principal intervened, even establishing a guardhouse at the school gate with someone stationed there. Anyone entering the school had to show a student ID with a photo—no one could impersonate a student.

Her homeroom teacher’s surname was Qun—Qun Xiaofan. At that instant, it clicked. No wonder Cheng Qiao had chosen so many courses—she was Ye Jun’s disciple and must have already learned a lot from him.

So all the school courses were just reheated material for Cheng Qiao. She recalled how she had once tried to stop herself from overloading, thinking she wasn’t smart enough—it turned out her brain was just fine.

Homeroom teacher Qun also approached Cheng Qiao. He had been married to his wife for seven years but had no children and wanted to see if Cheng Qiao could diagnose him.

Cheng Qiao happily agreed, taking a pulse pillow from her bag and placing it on the desk. The homeroom teacher was astonished but quickly relaxed—good doctors are always like that.

After two minutes, she switched hands; two minutes later, she had him stick out his tongue for a careful examination. Cheng Qiao quickly understood the teacher’s physical condition:

“Teacher, your qi and blood are both deficient. You experience palpitations and shortness of breath, spontaneous sweating, night sweats, pale-yellow complexion, thin body, insomnia with many dreams, fatigue, pale tongue, and thin pulse. Treatment should focus on tonifying qi and blood.”

“Is it my fault?”

“Take these pills for a week first. If your wife has time, have her come tomorrow. I’m free at lunch and can examine her as well.”

She handed a box of wellness pills to the teacher. Opening it, he saw the snowy-white, crystal-like pills, about the size of a thumb—clearly extraordinary.

“How much is this? I’ll pay you.”

Cheng Qiao hesitated. These pills were made in her space and priceless; quoting a price would surely shock him. Considering he was her teacher and a good person, she decided to give them freely.

“Try them first; we’ll talk if they work.”

The next day, the teacher came with his wife. Seeing the sturdy, broad-shouldered village woman, Cheng Qiao didn’t quite know what to say. Clearly, this household was one of a strong wife and a weak husband.

As expected, after taking her pulse, Cheng Qiao found that the woman was healthy and full of vitality—a body capable of conceiving. The teacher smiled knowingly and told Cheng Qiao that his wife had also been his lifesaver.

Hearing this, Cheng Qiao admired the teacher even more—truly, a life saved in exchange for devotion. To be safe, she gave the couple seven more wellness pills; if she still couldn’t conceive, then there must be a problem with her medicine.

Finally, Friday arrived. Cheng Qiao could leave school early to pick up Li Ming. She tidied herself, grabbed her backpack, and went downstairs.

Before she could leave the campus, Liang Qingya arrived:

“Cheng Qiao, Li Ming has caused trouble.”

Cheng Qiao was unfazed. Back in Xiangyang Village, this boy caused trouble every day. It had been nearly a month since arriving in the capital; if he had just caused trouble now, it was almost commendable.

But Liang Qingya’s face was pale, and his eyes darted anxiously. Cheng Qiao finally took notice—what kind of trouble could a five-year-old have caused?

“He pushed a child off a two-meter-high obstacle. The child hit his head, forehead swollen but no bleeding, yet he’s unconscious. The hospital says it’s intracranial bleeding, but they’re afraid to operate.”

Cheng Qiao’s heart raced: “Did you drive? Take me to that child’s hospital immediately.”

Liang Qingya nodded and got Cheng Qiao into the car. In the back seat, she saw Li Ming curled up, shivering in fear.

“Can you tell me why you pushed someone off the obstacle? It’s so high—an adult would get hurt falling from that height.”

Li Ming didn’t answer; he didn’t know how to explain.

Cheng Qiao softened her tone, urging Li Ming to tell the whole story honestly so she could stay in control.

“Mom, it’s not my fault.”

“You hit someone and it’s not your fault? Then tell me why it’s not your fault.”

“He called me a fatherless wild child, called you a fox spirit, and insulted Grandpa as a shameless scoundrel. That’s why I pushed him.”

“What? That’s outrageous!”

Cheng Qiao’s face flushed with anger. Who could be so cruel, saying such things to a small child? Frowning, she thought about who she might have offended recently.

Liang Qingya gripped the steering wheel tightly. The child who had been pushed was the grandson of a woman who had once loved him obsessively but had been rejected mercilessly.

Because of Zhao Min, Liang Qingya had been cold to any women approaching him. Who would have guessed that even after so many years, that woman hadn’t forgotten him?

It was a coincidence that she had seen Liang Qingya holding Li Ming and had begun investigating.

But with limited connections, she only discovered that Li Ming was a young woman’s child, and there was no man nearby. She assumed Liang Qingya was the father, imagining an old-man-young-wife scenario.

Recalling her past grievances, she became agitated. With no outlet for her emotions, she vented before her grandson.

The child didn’t understand. While the teacher was guiding them through an obstacle course, the two children quarreled and pushed each other. In the chase, the other child climbed the obstacle and provoked Li Ming.

Li Ming had a fiery temper. Having grown up drinking water from the space, he was incredibly strong. He quickly climbed the obstacle and pushed the child off.