At that moment, a servant suddenly noticed that Young Master's eyelids seemed to move. He immediately shouted excitedly, "The Lord, it looks like Young Master is still breathing!"

Mr. Thompson reacted as if struck by lightning, leaping up and rushing to his son's side. His trembling hand reached out to his son's nose. Suddenly, he collapsed weakly to the ground, his tear-filled eyes gazing up as he cried out, "Heaven has eyes! The Li family is saved!"

...

"Hurry, fetch the physician!"

"Lift him carefully! Young Master has a head injury."

The courtyard was in chaos. Someone ran to get the physician. Mr. Thompson supported his son's head, and together with the family, carefully carried him into the house. The woman finally let out a long sigh of relief and ordered the maid, "Go! Have the kitchen kill two chickens and stew them for that little devil. Since he didn't die, I'll throw myself into the well tomorrow."

...

Although the Li family's Young Master had not died, he remained unconscious. For several days, people kept hearing him mutter strange things and sigh with a sorrowful tone in his sleep: "Manager Lu, this is my resignation letter. There's no particular reason. I'm just too tired. I want to rest for a few years."

...

"Old Williams, haven't you always wanted my shares? I recommended you to the manager. The market's volume has shrunk these past two days, but the two oil giants are rising. I'm afraid the main force is selling off. You'd better be careful."

...

"Emily, I want to go out for a walk, to Yunnan, to Lijiang. If possible, I'd also like to go to Austria and England, to see the pastures and skies there. I hope when I return, I'll be in time to eat your wedding candies."

...

His fragmented, almost testament-like ramblings echoed like a ghost over the Li residence. Some servants covered their mouths and snickered, but more sighed in despair. What was the point of saving Young Master? He was already half-mad, and now he seemed completely insane. In the future, everyone would suffer.

On the fourth day, the Li residence finally quieted down. No more could Young Master's strange words be heard. Inside the room, the Li family's Young Master lay completely naked, his back covered in golden needles, silently lying face down on the bed. The renowned physician Dr. Cooper, summoned from the county, wore a stern expression and moved swiftly as he applied medicine and acupuncture. Mr. Thompson stood by anxiously, watching the physician treat his son. It had been four days since his son was pulled from the well. On the first day, Mr. Thompson had invited a high monk from Dalongxing Temple to exorcise evil spirits. On the second day, a Taoist master from Zilin Temple was called to catch ghosts. After three days of such efforts, his son's madness had not improved, but had even worsened. Helpless, Mr. Thompson finally listened to his family's advice and invited the most famous Dr. Cooper from the county. With his expert hands, Dr. Cooper calmed the Li family's Young Master with just one dose of medicine.

The patient was now in a deep, peaceful sleep, breathing evenly and sweetly. After applying the last patch of medicine, Dr. Cooper wiped his brow and gave Mr. Thompson a meaningful look. The two of them went to sit in the outer room. Dr. Cooper let out a weary sigh, making Mr. Thompson's heart clench with anxiety. He asked nervously, "Well? Is there still something wrong with my son?"

"Your son is physically strong, just chilled from falling into the well. He is fine now. But there seems to be a problem here." Dr. Cooper pointed to his own head. "The Master has heard it too—he keeps talking nonsense. I can understand winning the lottery, enjoying life, and marrying several wives, but what does it mean to travel the world? It's bizarre—I've never heard such things in my life."

"Can he still have sons?" Mr. Thompson only cared whether the Li family would have an heir; nothing else mattered.

"He should be able to. All right! It's getting late. Once I finish this round of acupuncture, I'll be on my way." Dr. Cooper stood up and told the medicine boy to pack up the box. Seeing Mr. Thompson's worried face and distracted manner, he reminded him, "As long as your son recuperates for a few days, his body should recover. I won't need to come again."

Mr. Thompson hurriedly took a stack of treasure notes from his sleeve and gratefully handed them to Dr. Cooper. "This is one hundred strings of cash as your consultation fee. It's not much, but please accept it, esteemed physician."

Dr. Cooper chuckled and accepted the payment. At the door, he glanced around, then suddenly whispered to Mr. Thompson, "I've heard your son has a stubborn temperament and doesn't get along well with the family. To prevent another incident, The Master should find something for him to do."

Mr. Thompson was struck to the heart and lowered his head in hesitation.

...

A few more days passed before the Li family's Young Master gradually regained his senses. But he was extremely silent and refused to get out of bed, lying there all day barely saying a word. When he did speak, it was always startling, just as Dr. Cooper had said. It was as if he had lost all his memories. The family all said Young Master must have hit his head on the rocks at the bottom of the well when he jumped in, but Mr. Thompson didn't mind. He came every day to talk with his son about family matters. His persistence paid off: ten days later, the Li family's Young Master finally spoke again, and seemed to have returned to normal.