Chu Fengteng examined her seriously for quite so ti before gently withdrawing his hand.
"Brother Fengteng, how is my mom?" Jun Yan asked with concern.
Mom?!
Xiao Yi thought he had heard wrong: "Young Master Yan, what did you just say?"
Jun Yan was just wishing he had soone to show off to! He struck a proud pose, hands on his hips: "Uncle Xiao, let introduce her, this is my mom! We just recognized each other today!"
His little face broke into an incredibly adorable smile, a stark contrast to the aloofness he usually displayed at the Jun Residence, almost as if he had beco a different person.
Xiao Yi was dumbfounded...
Wait, have things progressed this fast?!
He rembered that the last ti they t, Young Master Yan was still pining to marry Miss Yan!
Even if you’ve taken on a godmother... aren’t you switching to calling her mom a bit too quickly?!
Did he miss so big juicy gossip?!
Damn! If only he had co to the Yan Family ho earlier!!!
People who love gossip can’t accept this!
Unlike Xiao Yi’s shock, Chu Fengteng was very calm: "Little Brother Yan, don’t worry, Aunt Xiaoxing is fine."
"But I think mom is too thin! She’s been eating for so long and hasn’t gained weight..." Jun Yan sighed.
Chu Fengteng reached out and patted his shoulder: "She used to be in the entertainnt industry and excessively dieted to maintain her figure, resulting in a disharmony of the spleen and stomach... Fortunately, it hasn’t affected her fundantally. I’ll prescribe two sets of dicine for recuperation, and she should be fine."
Knowing that the person was not Aunt Xiaoxing, he did not even use the title when he said this.
Yan Wang heard this and clenched his small fist unconsciously, his disgust for the imposter growing even deeper!
He struggled to control his emotions, barely managing to ask, "How long will she need to take the dicine?"
"About two months," Chu Fengteng calculated the dosage, "Traditional Chinese dicine is about nourishnt, unlike Western dicine which can have imdiate effect with an injection. Moreover, I can make the herbs into pills. Aunt Xiaoxing won’t have to drink the bitter traditional Chinese dicine; she just needs to take one pill after breakfast every day."
Jun Yan nodded obediently: "I’ll rember to remind mom to take her dicine."
Yan Yueqing impartially disliked every kind of dicine, but seeing her two sons so concerned about her, she still nodded and said, "Okay~"
Actually, the state of her health was a minor matter; the health of her treasures was the most important thing, alright?!
Western dicine couldn’t provide a cure; for now, they could only pin their hopes on Old National Master Bai, as Fengteng ntioned.
Suddenly, Yan Yueqing thought of sothing and called out to the system, "System, can you detect exactly what disease my son has? Are there any dicinal treatnts available for exchange in the store?!"
The system humphed, "What do you think I am, Myriad Worlds Trade Center?!"
It seems there’s none...
Yan Yueqing consoled herself: "No matter, with dical science so advanced nowadays, there’s always a chance to cure my treasure!"
The system stayed quiet.
The little master has never actually been ill, after all...
But, if even the dispersing Soul Fragnts of Su Zihu could be caught by her, perhaps this world held other unknown surprises?
Not daring to speak in absolutes, the system intoned slowly and mysteriously, "The opportune mont has not yet co."
The opportune mont has not yet co?! Yan Yueqing mulled over the words like those of a little oracle, her gaze becoming sowhat distant...
Yan Wang reached out and tugged on her sleeve: "Mom, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Yueqing’s thoughts were interrupted, and she looked at her son with gentle eyes: "Nothing much, mom is just thinking about how we should welco Grandpa Bai when he cos."
"Grandpa Bai is free-spirited and easy-going," Chu Fengteng seed to see through her worries, reassuring her gently, "Aunt Xiaoxing needn’t go to too much trouble."
"That’s good then," Yan Yueqing nodded.
Yan Wang looked at his mother’s lingering furrowed brow and roughly guessed what was on her mind, "Mom, don’t worry, I have an idea."
He was born with mories, had seen his mother cradling him with affection, and had also seen the disdain and disgust in the eyes of an imposter; he had heard Great-grandfather’s gentle sigh beside his cradle and knew that a younger brother had been secretly taken to their biological father...
At four years old, he had t soone.
He wore gold-rimd glasses and appeared refined yet carried an air of pressure.
He told him many things and taught him a lot.
Yan Wang finally understood why his mother had changed so much? Why Great-grandfather dared not take him back ho?
In the end... the man spoke slowly, "You’re extrely intelligent and naturally understand where I co from. Originally, I could have taken action directly, but I still waited for you to grow up before coming to see you, to ask for your opinion..."
Yan Wang nodded, "I don’t know what you want to do, but as long as it can bring mom back, I agree."
So, as an exchange, he truly beca ill.
The night he called the imposter, that person took away a part of his Soul Fragnt...
Only by igniting a perpetual Soul Lamp in the flow of ti with a fragnt from a blood relative, could she be guided back to this world correctly and without error.
Yan Wang knew, that person was himself.
It was the him who was in his thirties, the him who had never t his mother.
It was the him who, carrying pain and longing, was striving to bring her back.
Her return hadn’t been the effort of just one person...
Yan Wang knew that talking about such matters would make his mother feel incredibly guilty.
If uninford Spewers ca to know, they would even say: Ah, ah, ah, Yan Yueqing only knows how to indulge in pleasures, her happiness is all traded by her husband and son.
But what of it? This was always their humble wish!
Indeed, he was weak and sickly as a child and spent several years recuperating in hospitals, slowly getting better. After that incident, however, he beca completely frail.
But, he had never regretted it!
If he was sick, then be it; if there was a chance to heal, then he would heal; if not, it was no big deal.
Yan Wang looked up, reassuring his mother, "Really, it’s nothing."
He was very confident, after all, that person was himself; even if an equivalent exchange had been made, he wouldn’t take his own life.
As long as his life wasn’t at risk, what else mattered?
Yan Yueqing looked at her unusually mature son, feeling indescribable pain...
She stretched out her hand, pulling her little son into her embrace, "As long as it can make you better, mom is willing to do anything—"
"Mom." Yan Wang quickly interrupted her.
Such vows must not be made lightly!
He reached out, touched Yan Yueqing’s face, the tenderness within reach.
After a mont of hesitation, he spoke with a soft, childlike voice, "Mom... I will get better. Don’t worry."
Yan Yueqing knew all too well that her son was comforting her. Her heart ached, and she hugged her treasure even tighter, "Alright, mom believes you will get better very quickly!"
Jun Yan watched this affectionate scene between mother and son, inexplicably feeling heartache.
After a while, he finally said, "Mom, don’t worry, there are so many doctors in the world, I’ll have Dad invite all the good doctors here, I don’t believe they won’t be able to heal Brother."
Chu Fengteng also said, "The old masters of Chinese dicine are very powerful. Aunt Xiaoxing, don’t worry too much about an uncertain future."
Yan Yueqing nodded, "Okay, good!"
Suddenly a sweet and sticky voice ca from the door, "Godmother, godmother, I’m here~~~"
Yan Yueqing quickly composed her forlorn emotions.
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