Función clerical

Capítulo 8

Fortunately, she is the legendary healer Shen Zhili.

As long as she's alive, there's no injury she can't heal!

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Half a month later,

“Miss Su is truly a skilled doctor. My child has had this illness since he was little, and I never thought that he could be cured one day.”

The woman's excitement was palpable. "You absolutely must accept this little thing. Don't be shy, consider it your consultation fee!"

He then handed her two eggs.

Shen Zhili looked at the two eggs and fell silent for a moment.

Her... consultation fee...

After a moment of stiffness, Shen Zhili slowly said, "Thank you."

"Oh, right." The woman seemed to remember something, took out a handkerchief embroidered with flowers from her bosom, and chuckled, "Miss Su, this is a gift from my second daughter to your brother. Please remember to pass it on, and don't forget."

Her...brother...

Seeing Shen Zhili accept it blankly, the woman covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh my, look at Miss Su now, she is so beautiful and charming, literate and skilled in medicine, truly remarkable. I happen to have a few good men here, I wonder if Miss Su would be willing to let me introduce you to them."

The curtain was suddenly lifted, and the man in white touched the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, smiling gently, "My younger sister is still young, so I'm afraid she won't need it for the time being. Thank you for your kindness, Madam, and I hope you won't be angry."

His smile was gentle and humble, and his fair and handsome face, rare in the village, made the woman stare in disbelief. She could only nod blankly and say, "Young Master Su is right, what's there to be angry about? It's all my fault, my fault!"

After the woman left, Shen Zhili, holding the handkerchief, said without revealing her emotions, "You went out to seduce innocent girls again?"

"How could I..." Su Chenche changed his previous poised and generous expression, sat down opposite Shen Zhili, and his amber eyes were so sad that they could break a heart. "Zhili, can't you change 'brother' to 'husband'?"

Shen Zhili: "...No."

Su Chenche lamented, "But every day when I go out, so many girls come up to talk to me..."

Shen Zhili: "...Are you showing off?"

Su Chenche paused for a moment: "...No, I mainly wanted to provoke you."

Shen Zhili angrily retorted, "A gigolo who's been kept by someone else has no right to speak!"

Su Chenche blinked, looking aggrieved: "You promised to marry me."

Shen Zhili raised an eyebrow and sneered, "You have the nerve to say that! Anyway, there's no witness or evidence, what can you do to me?"

This story begins when they first escaped from the secret passage.

The secret passage led to a grove of trees outside a small village.

Despite her own pain, Shen Zhili had someone carry Su Chenche into a room for the night, used medicine to detoxify him, and prepared medicine to treat all his wounds.

Looking at Su Chenche's battered body, Shen Zhili felt incredibly guilty.

She could remain calm no matter how badly others treated her, but it was precisely when someone was kind to her that Shen Zhili could not bear it.

She always felt she had to repay others for their kindness.

Shen Zhili stayed by Su Chenche's bedside for three days. Su Chenche remained in a semi-comatose state, and she fed him water, wiped his body, and took care of him without taking off her clothes for three days.

On the fourth day, Shen Zhili finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on Su Chenche's bed.

When he woke up, Su Chenche still had his eyes closed, with a dark shadow covering his pupils.

Despite her strength, Shen Zhili was still a woman. Right now, she had no relatives or friends, and might even have to face the pursuit of the Demonic Sect and Hua Jiuye. To make matters worse, the only person who could share her burden was seriously injured, unconscious, and his life hanging in the balance. Overwhelmed with anxiety and helplessness, she couldn't help but grab Su Chenche's sleeve and shake him, saying, "Su Chenche, Su Chenche, please wake up! I'll do anything as long as you wake up, even marry you!"

Then……

Then... Su Chenche woke up!

Even now, looking back, Shen Zhili still feels like she was a complete idiot...

That's incredibly stupid!

Hearing her words, Su Chenche wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "Zhi Li, are you shy?"

Shen Zhili: "..."

Too lazy to pay attention to him, Shen Zhili stood up and started tidying up her medical practice stall.

After staying for half a month, she had long since run out of the loose silver she had, and since she couldn't exchange the silver notes, she simply rented this small house and opened a clinic.

After tidying up for a while, Shen Zhili asked, "Your injuries are almost healed. What are your plans now? Go back to Twelve Nights or...?"

"Let's open a pastry shop."

Shen Zhili turned around: "What?"

Su Chenche's eyes curved into a gentle smile: "The pastry shop. Don't you like pastries? Look, the osmanthus cake at the village entrance, Aunt Li's glutinous rice cakes, and..."

Shen Zhili stared in disbelief for a long time: "...Are you kidding me? You really plan to stay here?!"

The village is small, and goods are scarce, and what little there is is of poor quality.

Shen Zhili found life difficult to endure, let alone Su Chenche, who was clearly of noble birth.

Su Chenche smiled and nodded, saying, "Hmm, you don't like it? Let's get married once we've saved up more money." He paused, then added, "But right now, I might not be able to afford that much money for the betrothal gifts. Zhili, do you mind?"

Shen Zhili: "...Su Chenche, did you break your brain?!"

Rubbing her temples, Shen Zhili hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wait, you...you really don't want to remember the past?"

Without hesitation, Su Chenche replied, "No."

The same answer he gave to Hana Kuya that day.

To be fair, if Shen Zhili had amnesia, she would definitely want to find out what happened before, because the unknown is too dangerous.

Moreover, Su Chenche might not know, but she knew very well that the one who had a romantic entanglement with Su Chenche in the past was Ye Qianqian, not her.

She blurted out, "Why?"

Su Chenche's smile faded slightly, and he said seriously, "What good would it do to remember the past? The present is what matters most, isn't it? Besides, I think... even if I remembered, I couldn't possibly like you more. I know very well what I'm doing right now. What I want to do now is to spend some simple days with you."

...At that moment, Shen Zhili had to admit that her heart fluttered for a second.

But... reason quickly reminded her that she had to believe what this idiot said unless she was a complete idiot!

The other person seemed completely oblivious to her inner struggle, continuing their previous daydream, and cheerfully invited, "Zhi Li, actually I learned how to make glutinous rice cakes from Aunt Li, um, but I haven't tried it yet, would you like to try some?"

Shen Zhili couldn't help but say angrily, "I knew it... no wonder Aunt Li's daughter sends glutinous rice cakes here every day."

Just then, a voice suddenly interrupted.

"Young master, we...we've finally found you!"

As soon as Shen Zhili turned around, she saw a row of more than a dozen men in black kneeling down in unison, their eyes almost brimming with tears.

Chapter Eight

The man, wearing an apron, glanced sideways as he kneaded the dough with his long, slender fingers.

Do you prefer it sweeter or less sweet?

Shen Zhili stared stiffly at Su Chenche, a bead of sweat slowly rolling down her cheek.

About ten feet away, a group of men in black knelt down and cried out in unison, "Young master, let us do it."

"Do you know how?" Su Chenche looked up, his voice filled with doubt.

The men in black exchanged glances, and a murmured voice rose from among them: "We...we can learn..."

Su Chenche smiled and said, "Then let's go out and buy some flour. I don't have any extra here."

Immediately, half of the men in black rushed out and swept through all the flour shops in the village, while the other half continued to observe Su Chenche.

With his head down, Su Chenche deftly pinched the dough into small patties, rolled in a small amount of red bean paste, wrapped them into sweet potato and glutinous rice balls, and then flattened them into patties.

His expression was serious, and his movements were practiced, as if he had done it many times before.

Seeing that he was actually making glutinous rice cakes seriously, Shen Zhili's initial interest in watching the spectacle waned somewhat.

However, his subordinates had already arrived, and sooner or later they would have to part ways.

She still wanted to return to Spring Valley. Besides being afraid of Hua Jiuye, she was also worried about Su Chenche's safety. Qingxing had entrusted Su Chenche to her, and even for the sake of the money, she couldn't just abandon Su Chenche like that.

However, now that Su Chenche's life is no longer in danger, it's time to say goodbye.

Her master entrusted Huichun Valley to her, and even if it were destroyed by the Demonic Sect, she would still have to take responsibility for it. Moreover, there were things in Huichun Valley that she absolutely could not give up.

"Knowing separation."

Shen Zhili subconsciously responded, "Hmm?"

Su Chenche wiped the flour off his hands and unconsciously looked up: "I'm liking you more and more, what should I do?"

Shen Zhili's face suddenly turned red.

Su Chenche!

Can you please stop saying such sweet nothings with such a nonchalant expression?

With his snow-white hands, stained with flour, pressed against his chest, Su Chenche's voice was low and seductive: "You're right here, and it's been beating really fast here."

Shen Zhili pressed her forehead to cover her pounding heart: "...The oil is boiling."

The oil in the pan was hot, and Su Chenche placed the pancakes one by one into the pan, flipping them repeatedly until both sides were golden brown and crispy, emitting a rich aroma.

Before long, a plate of freshly baked glutinous rice cakes was served.

The color, appearance, and aroma are no worse than those of Aunt Li's family's cooking, which has been around for over ten years. On the contrary, the cook's excellent control of the pressure makes the pancakes even more rounded and delicious.

Shen Zhili asked suspiciously, "You knew how to do this before, didn't you!?"

Su Chenche blinked and shook his head: "I don't remember."

It looked so tempting that Shen Zhili made a move to take it, but Su Chenche dodged her. He smiled and said, "It's very hot." He then took a small paper bag from the stove and handed it to her, "I made it for you a while ago."

The men in black on the other side were already drooling over Su Chenche's glutinous rice cakes.

Su Chenche carried the plate over and smiled gently, "Would you like to try some?"

The men in black struggled and shook their heads: "Your subordinates dare not!"

Su Chenche took one, took a small bite, and said, "It's not bad." He blinked, then lowered his head somewhat dejectedly. "Are you saying I didn't cook it well?"

They said in unison, "No!"