"There’s no sound, but as for the image, the mont I was bounced back, I seed to see sothing like an egg. Anyway, I definitely didn’t see anyone like the ’Master i’ you ntioned," Yezi still rembered he was about to move forward again when he received a warning from i Nian.
"It doesn’t sound right. Since Master i won’t let us get close, let’s put this matter on hold for now. I think the Dream Beast was also frightened this ti and won’t recover easily. Let’s try so other thods first," Xiao Xian suggested. After listening, Zhou Ziang and Yezi exchanged a glance, sharing a rare mont of camaraderie.
The ancients said that beauty was the hardest blessing to accept, and what Xiao Xian wanted Zhou Ziang and Yezi to cooperate on naturally involved two great beauties.
As for Xiao Xian, her task was not light. She had to deal with the most unfathomable "Fake i Nian" in the "Plum Rice Ball".
After careful consideration, Xiao Xian still decided not to tell Yu Gang the truth of the matter. After all, he is just an ordinary person with weak defenses. But thinking of i Nian lying there in a hospital bed, suffering more than a vegetable, Xiao Xian couldn’t help feeling guilty.
Before leaving 411 Hospital, Xiao Xian went to visit i Nian and the soon-to-deliver Zhuo Feng again. She communicated with them in a "language" only they understood.
"I will take care of Uncle Yu," Xiao Xian wrote this sentence on i Nian’s hand.
Tears welled up in i Nian’s eyes, and she blinked twice, struggling to hold back her tears.
Xiao Xian knew she was saying, "Thank you."
In Zhuo Feng’s hospital room, under the dual treatnts from the hospital and the antietic drugs, plus Feng Xing’s thoughtful care, Zhuo Feng was like the happiest expectant mother in the world. Her face was rosy, she had gained so weight, and she radiated the glow of impending motherhood.
"Xiao Xian, you’ve lost weight again recently. Are you trying to upset your aunt?" Zhuo Feng jokingly scolded, pinching Xiao Xian’s wrist.
"No, it’s just that school has been particularly busy lately," Xiao Xian explained with a smile, knowing that Zhuo Feng, though attentive, noticed she had lost only two or three pounds. But when she said she had been at school year-end and start, Zhuo Feng never doubted.
"Is it about what your Uncle Yu ntioned, the new plant research center at Huake Institute? He and i Nian ca over yesterday, and i Nian even brought a box of Korean ginseng, saying it was for my postpartum care," Zhuo Feng, always forthright, had already smoothed over any past friction with i Nian during their recent interactions.
"She brought Korean ginseng? Let have a look," Xiao Xian was wary of anything that Fake i Nian delivered, so Zhuo Feng had Feng Xing take out the ginseng.
After glancing at it, Xiao Xian said, "Aunt, I think I should return these ginseng to Master i first. The market price for ginseng this year isn’t cheap, and we shouldn’t just take it for free. If you’re going to take ginseng to supplent, it’s better to combine it with dietotherapy. I’ll find so ginseng whiskers for you at the pharmacy another day; slow supplentation is better for postpartum recovery."
Hearing her niece’s words, Zhuo Feng had no doubts and didn’t mind Xiao Xian’s suggestion of using ginseng whiskers. Instead, she praised her: "Xiao Xian, you’ve beco more sensible these past few years. My relationship with i Nian isn’t the best, even though she was much more cordial this ti. But taking it for free seems a bit off. You really thought it through. If your grandparents saw this, they’d be so happy," ntioning her parents in Zhejiang, Zhuo Feng couldn’t help but recall her late brother and sister-in-law, her eyes turning red.
Concerned that she might upset herself and affect the baby, Xiao Xian suggested that Feng Xing accompany her aunt for a walk downstairs, while she left the hospital with the ginseng.
Once out of 411 Hospital, Xiao Xian threw the beautifully packaged box of ginseng into the trash can.
"What a vicious mind that ginseng spirit baby has," Xiao Xian felt a tinge of fear. If it weren’t for today’s coincidence, this ginseng might have seriously hard Zhuo Feng.
Logically speaking, a ginseng spirit baby that’s just taken form should have no sense of good or evil, but due to Xiao Xian spoiling its plans at the bottom of a ditch, it bore a grudge against everyone around Xiao Xian.
The box of Korean ginseng was indeed real ginseng, but the Spiritual Energy contained within was peculiar. What appeared to be a few years of garden ginseng actually held as much Spiritual Energy as century-old ginseng.
Wild ginseng is rare, and hundred-year-old ginseng even rarer. For a whole box to possess the Spiritual Energy of century-old ginseng, it clearly wasn’t naturally grown. Put simply, it was akin to ginseng injected with hormones, with dicinal effects absorbing dozens of tis faster. If soone with a weakened constitution ingested such potent ginseng, it would damage their internal organs and harm their lungs and digestive system.
Ordinary people, if not seriously ill, just need regular ginseng for nourishnt. But if Zhuo Feng consud this ginseng with miraculous effects, though she might recover well post-childbirth initially, over ti, significant side effects would erge, requiring a dependence on ginseng for nourishnt.
"I wonder what bad intentions ’Fake i Nian’ had. If she’s daring enough to give such dicine to my aunt, she might also sell it to other custors. I should check the pharmacy to prevent any incidents that could ruin the ’Plum Rice Ball’ brand," Xiao Xian originally planned to return to school, but the Korean ginseng issue diverted her, so she decided to visit a pharmacy first. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to cast recomndation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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