Just as Yu Xinmei made her move, Zheng Yiming brought the little beggar back to the bookstall. Yi Shuyuan was still sitting in the same spot.
Besides returning the book, he naturally had to ask Yi Shuyuan to examine the little beggar, as they had agreed.
At the bookstall, Yi Shuyuan sat facing the little beggar, who perched on a small folding stool with his arm resting on a little tabletop while Yi Shuyuan took his pulse.
As Yi Shuyuan felt his pulse, he studied the little beggar's expression. The boy looked thoroughly nervous, while Zheng Yiming stood quietly beside them.
After a long while, Yi Shuyuan lowered his hand.
"Mm, your pulse is fairly good. It might have become troublesome if you'd come later, but there's still time now. Your body is a little weak, but with proper treatment and a sensible diet, there shouldn't be any serious problems."
Both the little beggar and Zheng Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. So long as it wasn't a serious illness. Although the man before them wasn't a physician, there was something about him that inspired trust.
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan took a small wooden case from a box beside him that should have held books. Opening it revealed several neatly arranged layers of silver needles.
The mere sight made the little beggar shudder in fright, while Zheng Yiming seemed to understand something.
"By the way, the results were posted today. Did your name make the list, Young Master Zheng?"
Yi Shuyuan asked another question.
The little beggar wanted to speak when he heard this, but remembered Zheng Yiming's instructions and dared not open his mouth. Zheng Yiming watched him as well, nodding only once he saw the boy remain silent, then addressed Yi Shuyuan.
"I... my learning is shallow