() Fang Ping returned home. The house was extremely quiet and the atmosphere was a bit abnormal. He put down his clothes, bows and arrows from the Interior Hall, and walked straight into the room where his parents lived.

Fang Wenjun covered his mouth with a towel, lying on the bed and coughed violently, his face extremely pale. After a while, Liu Ruoshi took off the towel and washed it in a copper basin placed on the stool next to him. The water in the copper basin had been dyed blood red.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Fang Ping quickly stepped forward and asked. The joy of passing the junior warrior test and helping Xiong Dan retain the opportunity to practice faded from Fang Ping's heart, but he remained calm.

"Your father was practicing in the room today, and accidentally caused an old injury." Liu Ruoshi frowned and said quietly.

Fang Ping found the beating flames in his father's eyes. Perhaps it was his sudden progress in martial arts that inspired Fang Wenjun's ambitions hidden in his heart. So he wanted to overcome his injuries, restore his strength, and make a difference. However, his injuries were already old and forced to practice, which actually damaged his body.

A blue light flashed in Fang Ping's eyes, and the Tianxi system immediately turned on and began to investigate Fang Wenjun's physical condition. The Tianxi system was once equipped with an advanced light energy derivation detection system, which can detect the internal structure of various materials through light energy derivation, build structural models, and simulate output.

However, after traveling through time, Fang Ping only integrated program memory, and the light energy she system did not enter his mind. Therefore, he can only capture various information from Fang Wenjun's body through his own eyes and senses and analyze it. His current vision has not yet reached the realm that can see through the inside of the human body. Therefore, the information that the Tianxi system can capture is also very limited.

Fang Ping stepped forward and took two steps, trying to use Fang Wenjun's pulse to diagnose his injury. But then he thought that Fang Ping had never learned medicine in this life and could not know how to take pulses and acupuncture, so his steps were fixed there again.

In his previous life, he was obsessed with traditional Chinese medicine, devoted himself to studying traditional Chinese medicine theories such as meridians, five elements, and yinyang. He combined molecular biology knowledge to integrate science and tradition, and in medical skills, he has reached an extremely high level. The research and development of Tianxi system was the result of his attempt to scientifically, digitize and accurate the mysterious knowledge of the human body such as meridians, acupoints in ancient Chinese traditions, thereby completely unraveling the mystery of the human body.

If he was asked to take his pulse, he believed that he would have a correct diagnosis and understanding of his father's injury. Combined with the pharmacological knowledge of this world, he was confident that he would find a way to diagnose and treat it. However, if he did this now, it would be too abrupt and would inevitably arouse serious suspicion from his parents.

Fang Ping thought about it and stopped the idea of ​​taking the pulse for his father. Through looking and hearing, combined with the rich human data of Tianxi system for analysis, Fang Ping has preliminarily judged that although his father's injury was serious, it hurt his internal organs and meridians, it was not in danger of life. Moreover, this injury requires long-term care, and even if the right medicine is given in a short period of time, it will inevitably not have immediate results. Since this is the case, it is better to calm down and make a long-term plan.

"Have you asked the doctor to come and see?" Fang Ping asked with concern.

"It's useless for the doctor to see my illness. Anyway, I can't die. Just rest some children." Fang Wenjun lay on the bed and said in a faint voice.

Fang Ping understood that his father was right. His meridians and internal organs were seriously damaged. Ordinary doctors were completely helpless about such injuries and could not be cured. At most, they would prescribe some medicines to nourish the body and relieve pain. They also prepared some medicines at home.

"Dad, you can rest assured to recover. Today I went to the Martial Arts Hall to pass the junior warrior test. I don't have to pay the tuition fee of 5 taels per month in the future, and I can still get the monthly rate of 5 taels per month. I have already received the bow and arrow in the Interior Hall. I went out to hunt some wild animals and exchange some money for the family income." Fang Ping sat down on the chair and said.

"Okay! OK!" Fang Wenjun lay on the bed, shouting two times, and his face recovered some blood, shining with some brilliance. Fang Ping was able to pass the junior warrior test, which made him feel very pleased.

Liu Ruoshi also explained, "Wenjun, look at Ping'er is so promising, you don't have to force yourself too much. If you force yourself to recover from your injuries, you should do it step by step."

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong", the sound of knocking on the door sounded outside. Fang Ping walked out and opened the door. He found a kind-hearted middle-aged man standing outside the door with two brocade boxes in his hand. This person was the butler of Fang Qingniu's home owner Fang Qingniu, named Fang Haoran, who specialized in managing his house's internal affairs.

"Butler Fang, what are you here to do?" Fang Ping welcomed Fang Haoran into the door and asked.

Fang Haoran replied kindly, "I came to deliver things on the order of the owner of the manor. The owner of the manor heard that you passed the test of the junior warrior and prepared a few gifts for me to send. He heard that your father was not in good health, so he asked me to send him some pills to heal him."

Fang Ping was surprised, "The owner's gift? Please come in quickly."

Fang Haoran walked into the main wing room and sat for a while. Fang Wenjun forced himself to support him and walked out of the bedroom with the help of Liu Ruoshi.

"Fang Haoran, when you go back, you will take all these things back. If you don't receive any rewards, I will not ask for anything from the owner." Fang Wenjun had not yet sat down, so he said with a stern face and a serious tone.

Fang Haoran showed a embarrassed expression on his face, "Wenjun, this is the owner's intention. Fang Ping passed the test of the junior warrior, which is a happy event. The owner of the owner is also very pleased. The owner of the owner hopes that Fang Ping can have a great future, and also hopes that you can recover from injuries early and regain his strength. Why do you struggle to keep people from thousands of miles away?"

"I have not made any contribution to Qingniu Village, and I am not worthy of enjoying the favor of the owner. You can take all these things away." Fang Wenjun said in a cold tone.

"Wenjun, as you are, even if you do nothing, the owner of the manor should treat you well. Moreover, it is now a turbulent time, and the owner of the manor has many troubles. If you can recover early and help him, it will be a blessing for our Qingniu Village and the Fang family." Fang Haoran still persuaded him hard.

"I said, take everything away, didn't you hear it?" Fang Wenjun's tone was filled with a hint of anger. He was excited and coughed violently.

"Haoran, take the things away quickly. This is not the first time you have been here. You know Wenjun's jealousy, go quickly. We have understood the owner's intentions. I will come to him personally to thank him." Liu Ruoshi said on the side.

Fang Haoran sighed helplessly, lifted up his things, and walked out the door.

In Qingniu Village, most people are sarcastic and dislike Fang Wenjun. However, Fang Qingniu, the owner of the farm, attaches great importance to Fang Wenjun. During festivals, people will be sent to prepare gifts. In Pingri, if Fang Wenjun's injuries are repeated, he will immediately send people to bring nourishing and healing herbs. However, Fang Wenjun never appreciates Fang Qingniu's show of kindness, never accepts anything, or has received any favors from him.

"Dad, the owner of the manor is also kind, why don't we appreciate it?" Fang Ping asked with a look of inquiry on his face. In the past, he never asked about his father's affairs. But now he has passed the initial warrior test, his identity has improved, and his heart has changed. He is no longer the passionate but reckless guy, so he asked.

"Don't worry about adult affairs. In short, you have to remember that in Qingniu Village, you can only fight for anything by your own ability, and you cannot receive any favors for no reason." Fang Wenjun said in a stern tone.

"Dad, I was born in Qingniuzhuang and grew up in Qingniuzhuang. If something happened to Qingniuzhuang, we have to take our own responsibilities. The owner of the manor clearly has a good intention, why should we keep people from thousands of miles away?" Fang Ping showed a firm expression on his face and asked relentlessly.

Fang Wenjun's face showed his majesty as a father, "Didn't you hear what I just said? Stop this matter, don't mention it anymore, just remember what I said."

Liu Ruoshi said in a gentle tone, "Ping'er, your father is in bad health, don't make him angry anymore. The owner of the manor sent something over, so he naturally hoped that your father could help him at a critical moment. But you also saw your father's injury. If you take his things, you owe him a favor that you can't get rid of. With your father's heart, how could you let yourself owe everyone a favor?"

Fang Ping shook his head firmly and said, "Dad, why do you think you can't help the owner? You are also a person who has practiced to the peak of the body tempering realm. Without a tenacious heart, how can you reach that level in martial arts? Will one injury wipe out all your heart?"

Liu Ruoshi was a little scared when she saw Fang Ping say such words to her father. She was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. Fang Wenjun's former state and his injuries have always been the reverse scales on his body, and no one dared to mention this matter directly to him.

Fang Wenjun was not as furious as expected, but found a chair to sit down and said in a gentle tone, "Ping'er, do you remember what I said to you when you woke up? In this cruel world, strength is the fundamental. Without strength, all the so-called heart, morality, dignity, etc. are nonsense. You say that just because you have not experienced such setbacks as me. When you reach a certain level one day, you think you have mastered your ideals, destiny and dignity, and then you are beaten down from the altar and fall directly from the peak to the bottom, you will understand my mood today."

Fang Ping's eyes stared at Fang Wenjun with a bright look and said, "Dad, as warriors, how can we not experience troughs and failures? As long as our lives are still there, even if we are defeated a thousand times, the first thousand times, we still have the chance to get up and knock down the enemy."

Fang Wenjun's face showed pain, "Ping'er, do you think your father's heart and mind about martial arts were wiped out by a failure? Your father is not so cowardly. But you are too young now and you won't understand some things. Although my life is still there, some people's life is irreversible." As he spoke, Fang Wenjun slammed his hand heavily on the table, and his eyes showed helpless loneliness and despair.

Fang Ping said in a deep voice, "Dad, people cannot be resurrected when they die. What's the use of being sad now? If you have pain in your heart, only by avenging revenge can you understand your thoughts."

Fang Wenjun sighed, "How easy is to take revenge? It was already a crushing defeat more than ten years ago. I was injured for more than ten years. I still have hope?"

"I will go to study medicine, and I promise you that I will heal your injuries and restore your body. But you also promise me that one day, you will kill you and trample those who hurt you under your feet!" When Fang Ping said these words, an extremely firm belief and will appeared in his eyes.

Fang Wenjun looked at Fang Ping with a very firm look, and after pondering for a long time, he smiled indifferently and said, "Ping'er, healing my wounds is probably a delusion. If you have this heart, I will be content. It is impossible to defeat the enemy of the past. But Fang Wenjun has such an old man, I can't embarrass my son. Don't worry, from now on, I will never be depressed by my father."

"A word is determined!" Seeing the depression on Fang Wenjun's face faded a little, Fang Ping stretched out his hand, and the father and son's hands were held together heavily, but they did not separate for a long time.

Liu Ruoshi originally thought that the father and son would have a fierce conflict when they were disagreeing. However, she did not expect that the final result was that the two shook hands and talked with each other.

Seeing Fang Wenjun's face that had regained some spirit, Liu Ruoshi felt relieved, and a smile of relief appeared on her face. After so many years of depression and depression, Fang Wenjun seemed to have finally recovered some of her spirits with the support of her son.
Chapter completed!