Corpse Recovery Diver

There's no need to let this child suffer because of me, getting caught in this cold wind and all. After all, Xiong Shan and his wife work diligently at Grandpa's house.

But after making this gesture, Li Zhiyuan immediately realized that he had sullied himself once again.

Wouldn't it think I was using the child in my arms, manipulating it?

After all, it was the one who gave this child its name. Over such a long period, the child was placed daily in the Peach Forest. Though it never personally watched over, the thick and fresh petal bed on the ground couldn't appear out of thin air. The nearby peach trees couldn't shed so many peach blossoms.

The wind blew even stronger, almost forming a sweeping force in the forest.

Even Li Zhiyuan himself could hardly stand steady. Even with his head down, the wind still left fine cuts on his cheeks.

But now, it was even more impossible to put the child down.

Because if he put it down, it would only seem more like manipulation.

At Big Beard's house yard, Xiao Yingying, who was making paper crafts, stood up with some confusion; the wind and sunshine were mild here, and the rows of papermen were intact.

But in that Peach Forest, a sound of wind swirling could be heard.

Is it fighting?

Finally, the wind stopped.

Li Zhiyuan bent down, gathering the scattered petals into a pile, preparing to place the child back onto the petal cradle.

"Hold him..."

Li Zhiyuan heard it.

But the young man did not stop his actions of placing the child back onto the cradle. After putting it down, he also straightened the fence blown askew by the wind.

After finishing all this, Li Zhiyuan straightened up and said to the depths of the Peach Forest:

"This time, I will carry Beng Beng to exorcise demons."

Li Zhiyuan understood the meaning of "holding it," which was to let himself take the child along and earn merit for the child.

It would eventually perish, and it couldn't protect the child for a lifetime.

The best and most practical it could provide for the child, which could benefit lifelong, was having merit alongside.

As long as this child doesn't strive for advancement in the future, he could retreat yet remain a wealthy man, with a harmonious family and continuous descendants.

Li Zhiyuan: "Thank you very much."

After expressing thanks, Li Zhiyuan turned around and left.

From the depths of the Peach Forest came a faint, long sigh:

"You're right... You are you, and he is he... Even if it were him... he wouldn't have gone this far back then..."

...

Li Zhiyuan walked out of the Peach Forest.

If there were another choice, he would rather report to the police to resolve it.

However, the previous two lost children were drugged by Luo Jinhua and her group. He heard them admit it, but it was impossible to have evidence now.

The recently deceased three-year-old child was underdeveloped both innately and due to intentional neglect in postnatal care, with no substantial evidence.

The woman drank pesticide herself out of excessive grief.

Even if Luo Jinhua and their group were investigated, they would stubbornly deny everything. Even if Tan Yunlong personally handled the case, he wouldn't have any way to prove it.

While passing by the yard, Xiao Yingying came down, reaching out to touch her own face.

Li Zhiyuan understood and went up to the yard to sit on a bench.

Xiao Yingying came over and started treating his wounds.

The wind-cut slits were not deep and not difficult to handle.

Xiao Yingying gently applied some powder with her fingertips, lightly rubbing it on the young man's face.

After completely covering those marks, Xiao Yingying smiled.

At Big Beard's house funeral, the first time she saw this child, she thought he was really good-looking.

Now, after such a long time, the child had grown up a bit and taller, already showing the looks of a handsome young man.

"When you grow up, you'll probably captivate many women."

Aunt Liu had also said similar words to the young man.

Li Zhiyuan wasn't particularly surprised by this, after all, his father was selected by Li Lan with stringent standards.

The young man asked, "Do you want to dream?"

Xiao Yingying: "That night felt so satisfying that I can still savor it now."

Li Zhiyuan: "Let me know next time you want to dream."

Xiao Yingying: "Hmm, I'll find you next time I want to do it again."

Li Zhiyuan glanced at Xiao Yingying, knowing she was deliberately saying this.

Time changes many people, except the dead.

She still found teasing this young man in this way intriguing and amusing.

She's still so flirtatious.

Li Zhiyuan stood up and left the place, returning home.

He first checked Yin Meng's room and found Yin Meng had already woken up.

Lying on the bed with open eyes, staring blankly.

The body had awakened, but the mind was still numb.

Run Sheng walked in, holding a small bowl.

"Xiao Yuan."

Li Zhiyuan looked over and saw the bowl contained rice soup.

Rice soup, or rice oil, is the thick liquid that floats atop while cooking porridge.

Run Sheng: "Aunt Liu told me to drink it."

Li Zhiyuan nodded.

It was meant for Yin Meng to drink, supposed to be effective for detoxifying Yin Meng, though Aunt Liu didn't say it directly.

However, giving Run Sheng food, even if it's afternoon tea, you shouldn't use a small bowl but rather a basin.

Run Sheng also understood this.

"You feed her."

"Okay."

Run Sheng sat by the bed, using a spoon to feed Yin Meng the rice soup.

"Xiao Yuan, she's awake."

"I saw."

"Will her brain get damaged because of this?"

"It's fine; even if it is, it wouldn't be a big problem."

Just as Li Zhiyuan finished saying this, Yin Meng suddenly blinked twice consecutively.

Could this stimulation also help restore consciousness?

Li Zhiyuan: "Brother Run Sheng."

"Hmm?"

"You should talk to her more, say things that are easy to irritate or choke her."

"This..."

"That will help accelerate her detoxification recovery."

"Alright!"

Li Zhiyuan walked out of the west room.

Run Sheng continued to feed Yin Meng rice soup while speaking: