Lucky Golden Dragon in the 80s: My Dad? I Switched Him for a Better One novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Natural Spiritual Eyes

She slowly loosened the soil around its roots with her thumb and forefinger, pulling the entire plant out whole, bit by bit.

She shook off the loose dirt clinging to the roots, then gently wiped them clean with the corner of her shirt.

Once she was sure it was clean, she tucked it into her cloth pouch.

By the time the sun began to set, painting half the sky red with evening clouds, her little cloth pouch was already bulging at her waist.

Long Zai was thrilled.

’I can secretly brew a bowl of medicinal soup tonight.’

’Drinking it will make me stronger, and maybe I’ll even get to dream of my great-grandmother.’

When she got back to Auntie Pang’s, the setting sun was casting its light on the courtyard fence, and the sweet aroma of boiled sweet potatoes wafted from the yard.

Auntie Pang was at the gate feeding the chickens. When she looked up and saw Shanshan covered in mud, her small hands crisscrossed with several red scrapes, she was so startled she dropped her winnowing basket and rushed over to pull the girl inside.

"Oh my! How did you get so messy? How many times did you fall?"

Shanshan ducked her head, her shoulders hunched slightly, and the two little pigtails on top of her head drooped limply.

"Um... I was walking too fast and fell by accident."

’I can’t tell her that those little bullies were picking on me.’

’If I do, Auntie Pang will be sad.’

Hearing this, Auntie Pang’s heart ached for her, and her eyes reddened.

"But how did you fall? The path isn’t steep, and the grass isn’t slippery. My sweet girl is usually so nimble, how could you just fall for no reason and get so scraped up?"

As she spoke, she quickly leaned in, squatting down to gently blow on the scrapes on Shanshan’s elbows and knees.

Then, she carefully wet a towel with warm water and gently wiped the grime from the little girl’s face, bit by bit.

As Auntie Pang gazed at her, she couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Oh, you’re the apple of my eye. You can’t go falling again."

The more Auntie Pang looked at her, the fonder she grew, her eyes filled with affection.

She couldn’t help but reach out and gently pinch Shanshan’s soft, pale cheek.

A warm feeling spread through Shanshan’s heart. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes grew moist.

This feeling of being cherished was just like the days when her mother was still with her.

Back then, whenever it rained, her mother would always tilt the umbrella to her side.

When winter grew cold, she would always tuck Shanshan’s little hands into her own coat pocket to keep them warm.

To repay Auntie Pang’s kindness, she resolved to do something for her.

For three days straight, she ran off to gather medicinal herbs, all so that Yang Dapeng could get well sooner.

And for three days, Yang Dapeng drank the herbal soup she prepared.

At first, he drank it just to give it a try.

But to his surprise, starting from the second day, his body quietly began to change.

The results were surprisingly good.

Not only did he have more energy than before, but his coughing fits were also reduced by more than half.

The grogginess that always clouded his mind had now cleared significantly.

He could sleep soundly through the night, no longer tossing and turning in pain.

In just a few days, Yang Dapeng’s complexion grew rosier with each passing day.

He looked at himself in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize his own reflection.

His once-feeble arms could now carry a bucket of water for several trips, and his legs no longer felt weak or trembled as they used to.

One morning, he was leaning against the headboard, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation in his calf!

His eyes widened. His heart pounded. He could hardly believe what he was feeling.

That night, Yang Dapeng gripped his wife’s hand, his palm slick with sweat, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Yun Hua... I... I think... I’m really getting better every day!"

Sensing the change in her husband, Auntie Pang burst into tears.

This was her first time, since coming to the mortal world, riding in one of these "RUMBLE RUMBLE" iron shells.

’This must be what they call a ’car’,’ she mused.

’This mortal ’mount’ is a bit loud, and it’s making my ears ring.’

’But it’s really fast!’

’It’s almost as fast as a Spiritual Crane from the Immortal World!’

The jeep entered the city, weaving through streets before finally stopping at the hospital entrance.

Auntie Pang got out of the jeep with Shanshan in her arms. She squatted down, placed a hand gently on the girl’s shoulder, and instructed her with a serious look.

"You sit here on this bench and wait for us, okay? Don’t run off, do you hear me? Your uncle is sick, so I’m taking him to see the doctor. We’ll be back for you very soon."

Shanshan blinked her big eyes and nodded obediently. She slid out of Auntie Pang’s arms and sat down on a long wooden bench in the hallway.

Her short little legs couldn’t reach the floor, so they just dangled in the air, swinging back and forth.

Sunlight streamed in through a window at the end of the hall.

Once she was sure Shanshan was settled, Auntie Pang helped Yang Dapeng up and they slowly made their way toward the doctor’s office.

Shanshan sat by herself, quiet at first.

But as time went on, she started to get bored.

She looked left and right. The hallway was empty.

Only a few people in white coats hurried past.

Suddenly, she noticed a man sitting in a wheelchair around a corner not far away. He had his head down, flipping through a newspaper.

’That man... He has so much shimmering golden light on him!’

She was born with Spiritual Eyes, allowing her to see things ordinary people couldn’t.

Right now, the golden light of fortune surrounding him was astonishingly dense.

’But the strange thing is... all that golden light seems to be trapped, completely motionless, as if it’s wrapped in a layer of gray fog.’