Seeing the situation as such, the few visitors harbored no doubts, and without lingering, they took their leave after advising Shen Hua to rest more.
After leaving the pear garden.
Sister-in-law Wang sighed: "Miss Shen’s pregnancy reaction is really severe. Even though she has attendants by her side, being without a man during pregnancy is truly difficult."
"Isn’t that the truth? Every three days there arrives the old doctor with his dicine chest to take her pulse. Just as we entered the courtyard, there was a strong scent of dicinal herbs. Miss Shen is physically frail, and it may be hard to keep this child. We should take care of Sister-in-law Yan’s business sooner and then invite a Taoist to perform a ritual, so as not to let the Yin energy grow too strong and harm the fetus inside her."
No one opposed these words.
The few were worried for Shen Hua, who, with the careful support of Nanny Cheng and Yicui, returned to the interior room.
After Ningzhu helped her take her dicine, Shen Hua lay down on the soft bed. The sensation of faintness had not yet abated.
In her semi-conscious state, she heard a ’snap’ like the light sound of porcelain shattering.
This was followed by the sound of footsteps coming and going, and soone softly calling her beside her ear. The voice, however, was quite ethereal. Sowhat muffled, it wasn’t very clear.
This ti, although her sleep was restless, her soul did not leave her body.
The next day, after a full sleep, Shen Hua felt much better in spirits.
Not venturing outside, she hadn’t dressed up either.
When Ni Kang arrived, Shen Hua was idly scooping up porridge with a porcelain spoon. But she was not eating.
Ever since dining at the restaurant yesterday, Shen Hua felt dissatisfied with her usual plain diet—it was simply too bland.
The flavor was not bad, but eating it often, even with refreshing side dishes, one could still grow tired of it.
Ni Kang glanced at the dining table.
It was filled with food, with no less than five types of pastries alone.
Utterly extravagant.
If he recalled correctly, Cui Yun was not one to indulge in food; his breakfast was very simple.
Not to ntion him, ever since the incident at Marquis Yangling Mansion, the Dowager had switched to vegetarian als, and both Cui Xuan and Qiao Si were no longer so ticulous about food.
Almond milk porridge, tofu skin buns, Buddha’s hand pastries, Changchun rolls, crab-filled dumplings...
Every dish was exquisite!
Ni Kang swallowed hard.
Shen Hua: "Doctor Ni, have you had breakfast?"
Ni Kang reluctantly: "No."
Shen Hua put down her spoon. With Ni Kang’s white hair, she really couldn’t treat him the sa as a young man of Cui Yun’s age.
Looking at Ni Kang, Shen Hua was reminded of her grandfather, who had long passed away!!
When he died, she was at peace, his body was healthy, the ’Kang’ in Ni Kang’s na being the sa as her grandfather’s health.
Upon closer inspection, the white hair was indeed just as dense.
"If you don’t mind, please have so."
"How could I impose." Ni Kang plunked himself down. He smiled at Yicui, who was beside him: "Could you trouble yourself to fetch a pair of chopsticks and bowl?"
As he started to eat, the first thing he picked up was the Changchun roll, his grandfather’s favorite.
Shen Hua felt even more lancholic.
"If I had known you were coming, I would have asked Nanny Cheng to prepare a few more dishes. I don’t have much of an appetite, so this breakfast was just an afterthought."
Ni Kang: ? Your idea of an ’afterthought’ seems quite elaborate. If it wasn’t an afterthought, would you have prepared a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast?
Good thing! Cui Yun can afford it!
Though she is placed in a separate residence, him allowing Shen Hua to live so ticulously and coming to treat her illness himself, it seems Cui Yun has truly fallen deep!!
In just a mont, Ni Kang grasped much.
Ni Kang ate one dumpling after another, delighting in the taste. He even began to entertain the thought of taking so away with him.
"Miss Shen."
"If there’s too much food left over, it would be a pity, I could..."
Shen Hua waved her hand: "No need to worry about it."
She lifted her chin slightly and said petulantly, "I never waste anything."
"Excess food is given to beggars on the street by Yicui."
Ni Kang: For so reason, I feel insulted.
He was silent for a few seconds, struggling to cast that thought aside.
"Why is Doctor Ni not speaking?"
Ni Kang: ...
He spoke with difficulty: "I was just thinking, competing with beggars over food, would I be inviting divine punishnt?"
Although appearing unreliable, when it ca to taking pulses, he was remarkably attentive. After a thorough examination, learning that Shen Hua had vomited blood again that day, he wasn’t surprised.
Her pulse was still very chaotic.
"Continue the dicinal baths. If persisted in the long term, there will certainly be significant outcos."
"Considering Miss Shen is sensitive to cold and easily overheats, I have formulated a few types of dicine pills. You can take them when you feel unwell."
He offered up the bottle of pills.
Though they were no match for Cui Yun’s dicine pills, they were still useful.
"No need to worry, stay joyful. I’ll find a way to treat you."
As for anything else, he didn’t say, and Shen Hua didn’t ask. Both were very cooperative, but really, to what extent?
Doctor Ni’s routine of taking her pulse every three days remained unchanged, however, he always seed to arrive just at the right ti when Shen Hua was having breakfast.
’Unable to refuse’ he would eat a al and then happily leave with a full stomach.
He also noticed that upon leaving the alley, beggars squatting on the streets glared at him as if they were enemies.
Ni Kang left with the swagger of a victor.
Beggars would say to other beggars when they saw him: Did you see that? That’s the man, flaunting his old age and showing off!
Is fighting with for food sothing to be proud of!
Such a sin!
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