Miss from the Village, Chapter 439: Just let a little blood flow. Chapter 439: Lu Yun was speeding along the road. After the numbness wore off, a burning pain returned to his forearm. The bandage wrapped by Xiao Ying had long been soaked through with blood. Though the cool breeze slightly eased the burning sensation, he still worried about possible tetanus, so he quickly tucked his arm back against his chest. This is the textual content of Chapter 439 of "Miss from the Village." Lu Yun shook his arm, patted the large yellow dog on the head, and smiled, "Oh, you remember me, don't you? Go fetch your master and bring him out." The dog seemed to understand Lu Yun, circling him twice before opening its mouth and pulling his pants with its teeth toward the house. "Well, those bits of meat weren't wasted after all." Following the dog inside, Lu Yun glanced around the empty house and called out, "Uncle Hu, are you there? I have something to talk to you about." The dog led Lu Yun into the house, barked twice, then stepped out and lay under the shade, drooling, as if waiting for Lu Yun to feed it. "Uncle Hu..." Lu Yun searched both the inner and outer rooms, but couldn't find the man with the long beard. He mumbled, "Strange. Uncle Hu wouldn't just leave like this, hungry and the door open." "My hands are so sore I can't bear it anymore. Lu Yun circled the room, muttering under his breath about bad luck, when suddenly, the man with the beard burst out from somewhere, dust all over him, his beard disheveled as if not brushed in days—messy and tangled, like a bundle of wormwood trampled underfoot. His usually enigmatic eyes, now dull and gray, as though veiled in dust, lacked their usual luster. 'What's with you, boy? I'm right here!' he said, brushing his beard with a hand that looked both tired and frustrated, glaring at Lu Yun. This content is from Chapter 439 of 'Rural Beauty.' 'Uncle Bearded Man, what are you doing? How come you look like you just came back from the fields?' Lu Yun waved his arms, gritting his teeth in complaint. 'Uncle Bearded Man, Uncle Bearded Man—now you've called me a bandit, I can't help but get dusty. Oh, by the way, I specifically told you to come on weekends. What are you doing here now?' The man with the beard didn't notice Land Yun's injured right hand and simply walked straight to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and took a long drink. "Uncle," Land Yun said as he approached, holding his right hand out in front of the man, "I've got a hurt hand—would you mind taking a look?" The man set down his cup, glanced at Land Yun, and said, "You must've had a fight with someone." Land Yun replied truthfully, "Someone hit me with a hammer—I think a few fingers are bent." As he spoke, the man had already untied the bandage wrapped around Land Yun's hand. He examined the blood-soaked back of the hand, gently ran his fingers over it, and smiled, "No worries—it's just a superficial injury. I'll treat it with some medicine, and you'll be fine in no time." Land Yun listened intently, relieved—what if a few fingers were broken? How would he explain that to his uncle and aunt back home? Now, Land Yun trusted the man with the beard completely. With a thought, he added, "Uncle, will there be any scar on my hand when it heals?" "No way, I'm here. Even if the injuries are severe, they won't leave any scars." The man with a beard took a bottle of white wine, took a proper sip, but didn't immediately rush to apply medicine to Lu Yun's wounds. "Uncle Bearded, hurry up and apply some medicine! I'm going to die of the pain!" Lu Yun gasped, drawing in cool air. The bearded man clinked his glass, took a sip, and said, "Lift your hand." Lu Yun obediently raised his hand. Suddenly, the man let out a loud "puff," and all the wine he had just swallowed burst out in a waterfall, splashing directly onto Lu Yun's back. Ah... Despite Lu Yun's best efforts, the scalding, piercing sensation of the wine hitting the wound still made him cry out in pain. Seeing Lu Yun jumping and writhing in agony, the bearded man chuckled and went into the inner room. Not long after, he came out, holding a bundle of gauze in his right hand and a medicine bottle in his left. "Just hold on a bit," he said. "This is to make you remember—being so young and not learning your lessons "Apply the powdered medicine to the back of Lu Yun's hand, and while doing so, carefully wrap the injured hand with gauze. Then, hand him the medicine bottle and say, 'Change it once every day upon returning home. Each time you change the dressing, clean the wound with clear rice wine. Within three days, I guarantee your hand will be as good as new—this is the text content from Chapter 439 of 'Rural Beauty.' As soon as the powder is spread onto the back of his hand, Lu Yun feels a cool sensation at the injured site, and the pain noticeably diminishes. He quietly praises himself—this time, he truly found the right person. 'Uncle Hu, could you give me a bit of the scar-reducing medicine you mentioned earlier?' Thinking that since he's come all this way, he should at least help remove the scars on Zhang Ning's body. After all, how could a so fresh and graceful young woman carry scars that are so striking? If, on her wedding day, her future husband sees them, he might just be so startled that he drops half his life force!" The man with the beard turned to say, "What do you need that thing for? Your injury on your forearm looks serious, but once I apply my medicine, I guarantee you'll have not a single scar left." The man with the beard smiled slyly at Lu Yun. Lu Yun stared at the smile and instantly felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself: Why does he always insist on making me bleed? Does he really want to produce more cancer treatments? Fine—so be it. He could simply drink more of his ten-complete-replenishing soup and take care of himself. …… As he thought about the ten-complete-replenishing soup, Lu Yun suddenly said, "Uncle Bearded, the soup you gave me last time—after drinking it, I feel much stronger than before." The man with the beard chuckled heartily. "Of course! That's my family's secret recipe. It not only boosts your strength, but also helps in other ways—when you grow older, you'll find out." "Other ways," of course, referred to his bed skills. Lu Yun could tell from the man's mischievous smile, and after several battles with Yang Yanping, he himself had noticed that he had become much more vigorous than before. Since the Decoction of Ten Complete Tonics enhances that particular function, wouldn't Zhang Yi regain his former vigor and once again make Li Yun, the young lady, moan and writhe beneath his dark, sturdy form? It seems that in order to test whether the Decoction of Ten Complete Tonics has any effect on Zhang Yi, he would have to draw some blood himself and then have Uncle with the beard prepare a bowl for him to try. As the thought formed, Lu Yun gently suggested, "Uncle with the beard, I've been feeling an excess of energy lately. Why don't I draw a bit more blood from you?" Upon hearing this, Uncle with the beard's eyes instantly brightened, and he fixed his gaze on Lu Yun, asking, "Are you sure?" Lu Yun nodded, saying, "Of course. Since I started drinking your Decoction of Ten Complete Tonics, I've noticed that during urination, my penis seems to have grown a little larger than before. After drawing blood, if you prepare me another bowl of the Decoction, I'll see whether I can continue to grow even further." The man with the beard seemed deeply interested in Lu Yun's blood and immediately smiled, agreeing, "Alright, that's settled. This time, we won't draw as much as last time—just a little bit will do." "Don't skimp on the ten-complete-supplement soup," Lu Yun chuckled. The man with the beard laughed and scolded, "You young fool! I'm already lucky to be able to serve you blood at all—how dare you question my integrity? Come here, let me draw it." Lu Yun's right hand was out of the question, so he followed the man into the inner room, placing his left hand on the table and closing his eyes, saying, "Uncle Bearded, go ahead and cut." Unlike the blood draws done in hospitals with syringes, the man with the beard used a bright, slender knife that looked exceptionally sharp. His eyes sparkled as he waved the blade across Lu Yun's skin, and immediately, drops of blood began to flow. With calm precision, he brought a small porcelain bottle close to Lu Yun's wrist, collecting the blood he regarded as precious. "What are you doing here with your eyes closed? Are you really going to start fainting during fights now?" After receiving the blood, the man with the thick beard carefully placed the porcelain bottle and, looking at Lu Yun still with his eyes shut, chuckled. "I'm not fainting—I just don't want to see myself getting cut." Lu Yun opened his eyes and gave the man with the beard a bright, cheerful smile. "Uncle, when can I have that ten-complete-replenishing soup?" "Don't rush me—just a little blood drawn, and you're already eager for soup? Just wait a moment. I'll make sure to get it for you once I'm done." With that, the man turned and left the room. "Uncle, I still have classes at school to attend." Xiao Ying is still in the dorm. Though she's stopped crying since I arrived, I know her well—she'll definitely break down again once I'm gone. Better to go back early and give her peace. …… Rural Beauty 439, Main Text 439—No worries, just give a little blood. Updated!