After that, he grabbed a coarse hemp garment, gave a sexy look back with a smile, and then pushed open the door. However, Dong Huiying was so immersed in her embarrassment that she completely failed to notice that his leaving seemed a bit hurried. Only after stepping outside did Shujun pat her chest and say, "You scared me to death!" She had thought for a moment that the little guy might really do him in. His ears turned hot, and he no longer held the frivolous and flirtatious demeanor he had before. Instead, he showed a rare and shy expression... Dong Huiying dawdled in the room for quite a while before coming out with a dark face. Breakfast was cornmeal porridge made by Shujun. The two sat face to face, one with a smile at the corner of her mouth, the other deliberately keeping a stern expression. After quickly finishing the cornmeal porridge, Dong Huiying went out with her purse. With nothing to do, Shujun just followed her out, but she turned a blind eye to the big tail trailing behind her, showing an air of indifference. Dong Huiying truly felt that she was busy, too busy, but there was no helping it. In her original world, she had the esteemed name of Divine Doctor, and her medical skills, even if not unrivaled, were such that if she claimed to be second best, no one would dare to claim to be first. But the problem was that she was poor, too poor. Taihang Town was only a small place. Even though it sat nestled in the mountains, there were too few usable herbs at this time of the year, and even if there were plenty of herbs, she had to dig them up herself. She didn’t have the energy or the time for that, and as for buying herbs from the town, her pockets were embarrassingly empty. Among the Liang family siblings, Liang Shuyu was sickly, and for the other brothers, she wasn’t very clear about Liang Zhichen’s condition, but considering the original host’s vile temperament, she feared that he was also covered in scars, and his right hand was even disabled. Liang Shujun’s body was covered with scars upon scars, hardly a spot of uninjured flesh was left. Liang Haoming had a scarred face, with many scars from severe burns under his clothes, and Liang Yuening was the same. As for Liang Yixuan, one of his legs was lame. All of these could be treated, but it would be troublesome, needing many things, many herbs, and those herbs would not just fall from the sky without reason. She might carry the title of Divine Doctor, but a good cook can’t cook without rice, which made things difficult. Dong Huiying browsed around the town, buying some usable herbs, and her belt pouch shrunk by a large part instantly. She found a blacksmith shop, drew several design drafts, and wanted to forge a set of surgical tools. But upon seeing the drawings, the craftsman looked troubled. "Young lady, I want to take on this task, but my skills are limited. The knives and forceps you’ve drawn are as thin as cicada wings; I truly can’t make these." Dong Huiying was a bit disappointed, when, just then, Liang Shujun came running over with two big buns, grinning from ear to ear. "Baobao, it’s already noon, look, I’ve bought buns?" He looked as if he was presenting a treasure, his peach blossom eyes sparkling, as if seeking a pet or praise. Dong Huiying’s lips twitched, "I say, is it fun following me around?" Finally unable to ignore him anymore, she couldn’t help thinking inwardly whether there was a trait for stalking obsession in the Liang family brothers’ genes. So far, it seemed that Liang Haoming had stealthily followed her, Liang Yuening had also hung around her, and her big tail behind her had changed and changed again, and now it had even become Liang Shujun. Liang Shujun beamed, "How could that be? I just can’t bear to be away from Baobao, so I want to get closer to Baobao?" She sighed and held her forehead in frustration, speechless.