The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official-Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192
It seemed like the two were about to be consumed by the flames.
Suddenly, there was an intense banging at the iron gate in the courtyard.
In the face of such an intrusion, Lin Yifan instinctively stopped what he was doing and listened intently.
"Who is it?"
Not long after, Xizhu’s voice could be heard.
Having drunk quite a bit, he stumbled and mumbled his way out.
"Is Yifan here? I’m looking for Lin Yifan!"
Outside the iron gate, the voice was actually Shen Shiyao.
This was like a cold splash of water on Lin Yifan, and he hurriedly grabbed the still fumbling Dong Jiu Feng.
"What’s up?"
Xizhu stood in the courtyard, hesitating as he looked at the iron gate.
Lin Yifan had just gone upstairs, probably hadn’t started yet.
"One of my students is ill, I’m asking him to help save them."
Shen Shiyao’s voice was urgent.
Lin Yifan could only hold onto the frenzied Dong Jiu Feng.
"Miss, hold on, someone’s here."
"I don’t care..."
Feeling feverish and disregarding the voices outside, Dong Jiu Feng.
After suppressing the fiery passion for years, once it ignited, it wasn’t easy to put out.
Frenzied, she tugged at Lin Yifan’s belt, as if no one else existed in her world.
"No way, she probably has an urgent matter. If I don’t go downstairs soon, it will raise suspicion. These things can wait a bit; let me handle it first, quickly."
After much persuasion, Lin Yifan finally got Dong Jiu Feng to pause.
He turned over, picked up his clothes from the floor, and put them on.
"Then... I’ll wait for you..."
Supporting herself, Dong Jiu Feng’s cheeks were flushed as she spoke.
Her body felt like it was burning, completely devoid of strength.
"Alright, I’ll go down first."
Lin Yifan agreed and quickly headed outside.
He opened the door to the second-floor room and nodded to Xizhu standing in front of the door.
Only then did Xizhu reluctantly pull open the latch.
Shen Shiyao rushed in right away.
"What happened?"
Lin Yifan spoke while already descending from the second floor.
Looking at Shen Shiyao’s anxious face.
"One of my students messaged me saying he’s seriously ill, asking for my help."
Shen Shiyao hurriedly handed her phone to Lin Yifan.
Looking at this strange message, Lin Yifan was somewhat puzzled.
"If he’s sick, he should go to the hospital. Why does he need rescue? Where is he?"
"His family is in the third team."
The Taoyuan Village is vast; apart from the first and second teams being close, the other teams are quite far apart.
The so-called third team consists of over thirty households living beyond a mountain ridge.
"Let’s go have a look then."
Although he reluctantly thought of the graceful and slender Dong Jiu Feng.
But when it comes to matters of life and death, he has to see for himself to understand.
Lin Yifan returned the phone to Shen Shiyao and stepped out.
"The third team is so far, it’ll take you over an hour to walk there; take my car and go quickly."
Xizhu quickly tossed his car keys from his pocket.
Having drunk quite a bit, even though this wasn’t the city, he couldn’t act too recklessly.
"Alright."
Lin Yifan didn’t hesitate, pulled open the car door, and sat in the driver’s seat.
Shen Shiyao naturally sat in the passenger seat.
Starting the car, the small SUV dashed out the gate, heading towards the third team.
"Has the child not attended school for a few days?"
Holding the steering wheel, Lin Yifan curiously inquired.
"It’s been about five or six days. I went up the mountain yesterday to help gather herbs for him. I initially called to arrange a home visit, but his parents kept hesitating and refused. Just when I was preparing to change clothes and shower, I heard the text message alert and came to find you."
Shen Shiyao explained the situation.
"Five or six days without attending class, and asking for rescue—this feels odd. I’ll bring along the medical kit, just in case."
Stopping the car by his house, Lin Yifan ran back inside to retrieve a medical kit.
Modest in size but filled with basic medications.
This was something he provided for his family during his school days.
"Earlier I saw Xizhu on the first floor; how were you on the second? I didn’t notice Xizhu’s wife? And you don’t seem to have drunk any alcohol."
On the bumpy dirt road, Shen Shiyao’s questions made Lin Yifan’s heart race.
At this moment, he truly realized what it means to be a guilty conscience.
"Are you talking about Jiu Feng? She’s on the second floor."
But he managed to keep a straight face.
"On the second floor?"
Shen Shiyao curiously glanced at Lin Yifan.
"We drank too much last night, so we didn’t feel like drinking today. While we were eating, Jiu Feng suddenly remembered that her home computer was broken and asked if I could fix it. So I went upstairs to have a look, then you came. What’s up?"
Lin Yifan casually spun a lie.
"Oh, then when we return, help me look at my computer."
Shen Shiyao didn’t pursue it further, allowing Lin Yifan to exhale in relief.
The truth was, he didn’t know how to repair computers.
But now, he couldn’t possibly admit it.
The journey that should have taken nearly an hour was completed by them in fifteen minutes.
Parking the car, pushing the car door open, looking at the two tile-roofed houses within the fence, Lin Yifan couldn’t help but frown slightly.
"What’s wrong?"
Seeing Lin Yifan not immediately enter, Shen Shiyao asked curiously.
"Do you smell the burning paper?"
Lin Yifan picked up the medical kit, pushing open the slightly shabby wooden door.
"I think I also hear someone playing the drum and singing."
Following inside, Shen Shiyao curiously remarked.
"Trouble."
Lin Yifan disregarded the muddy ground, quickly stepping into the yard.
When they reached the doorway, there were already about thirty to forty people gathered here.
Their group was either seated or squatting, gathering in clusters, while some held phones, filming inside the house.
"Aunt Wang, what’s the situation?"
Lin Yifan approached someone he knew to ask.
"Oh, Lin Yifan, I’ve heard you were amazing today, jumping into the river to save someone. Your dad was impressive back in the day, but I didn’t expect you to be even more impressive, coming out from King Yan’s grasp. You’re definitely the first."
Aunt Wang casually munched on sunflower seeds, full of chatty energy.
"Aunt Wang, we can chat about other stuff later. I’m asking about what’s happening inside."
Lin Yifan hurriedly interrupted her, otherwise, it might take half an hour for her to get to the point.
"Oh, don’t mention it. Old Sun Family’s kid, Sun Xiaohu, has been complaining about stomach pain for days. It’s busy farming season, so his parents just gave him a couple of pills and didn’t pay much attention. But three days ago, he started speaking nonsense, scaring his parents into inviting Old Mrs. Wu from Liudaocai Society over. She took a look and claimed it was the snake demon at play. Now, she’s here with Iron Crutch Li to exorcize the demon. It’s been three days, but no improvement yet."
Aunt Wang roughly explained the situation.
"This Old Mrs. Wu and Old Li are here scamming money again, such charlatans."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yifan stepped towards the interior.
Shen Shiyao quickly followed.
Navigating through the worn exterior, the western house entrance was crowded with people.
"Make way."
Lin Yifan parted the crowd and squeezed inside, immediately seeing Sun Xiaohu lying motionless on the bed.
At around the age of eleven or twelve, his face was pale, limbs rigid.
At a glance, Lin Yifan realized this child might not make it.