Insight III

Lu Sheng moved closer and examined the infant carefully.

The thin, tiny baby had been crying until his little face was red, but as soon as Lu Sheng approached, he quickly settled down. A sweet smile even appeared on his wrinkled cheeks.

"What is his name?"

"Ziquan. Xu Ziquan. I hope that in the future, he can keep his own life safe and whole," the beautiful woman replied softly.

"This pinwheel is for you." Little Jun somehow produced a small blue pinwheel from who knew where and handed it to the infant in the beautiful woman's arms.

The beautiful woman smiled, took the pinwheel, and rubbed Little Jun's hair.

After making some brief preparations, Lu Sheng solemnly used a brush to dot a spot of vermilion onto the infant's left ear.

"I wish you happiness and good health in the years to come," he said with a smile.

"Many thanks, Physician Lu!" Xu Landlord said with a smile, leaving behind a string of coins.

After all the fuss, the Xu Family departed. Lu Sheng tidied up the odds and ends, saw that it was getting late, treated the last few patients, and closed the clinic.

As he turned back to put out the lamp, he spotted the little red pinwheel on the table.

He picked it up and blew gently on it. The pinwheel slowly began to turn with the airflow.

After a moment's thought, Lu Sheng casually stuck it into the corner of a nearby medicine cabinet as decoration.

In the blink of an eye, five years passed. Xu Zijun, now more than half a person tall, held the hand of a little boy a head shorter than herself as they scampered around the clinic's back courtyard, a blue pinwheel in their hands spinning into the wind.

Lu Sheng