Bo Fengyin approached with small steps, his hands clasped behind his back in an imitation of an adult, as he brazenly said to Bo Leng, "Uncle, you can’t force my mom and dad to leave! If they go, I’ll never see them again!"
Truly a foolish child. If Mo Yinhe left, he would, of course, take his son with him.
Mo Yinhe reached out, picked up the child, and set him on his lap. He then said to Bo Leng, "Elder brother-in-law, I hear that half of my dowry list is with you. Does the Mu Continent still have the custom of snatching dowries? When will you return it to ?"
"You will certainly get your bridal gifts!"
The delivery of the bridal gifts had been delayed due to the volcanic eruption. In fact, Si Lisao had already gathered all the prepared bridal gifts; they were just in the Imperial Capital, not Shendu, so Mo Yinhe had not yet seen them.
"How about we make a deal?" Mo Yinhe was very interested in Shendu’s hemispherical protective barrier. "I’ll give you missile technology, and you give the technology for the hemispherical protective barrier. We can exchange technology and achieve a win-win situation!"
Mo Yinhe called the scientists at the aerospace base, took a picture of the hemispherical protective barrier covering all of Shendu, and sent it to them for study.
The feedback from his scientific research center was that their current technology was not capable of producing such a large protective barrier.
But Mo Yinhe needed such a large protective barrier. He intended to install one for every undersea city in Atlantis so that if a volcano erupted in the future, they could protect the entire city, just like Shendu.
With technology, missing by a hair’s breadth is as good as missing by a mile.
Of course, given ti—a year and a half, or perhaps a few years—the scientists at the research center could develop it. But Mo Yinhe did not want to wait.
He believed that even if Bo Leng obtained the spaceship from the dowry, fully replicating it and understanding its technology would also require a year and a half or several years.
Bo Leng certainly did not want to wait either.
Indeed, Bo Leng’s expression shifted slightly.
He had already acquired the spaceship and had his people disassemble it over the past two days. However, the technical feedback indicated that so key technologies required slow and careful study.
Bo Leng wished he could build an identical spaceship within a month, one whose missiles had the range to conquer any undersea city!
But the technical feedback was that they couldn’t rush it; mastering the technology would likely take several years.
Now that Mo Yinhe had made this proposal, it was exactly what Bo Leng wanted.
Without a second thought, Bo Leng said, "Deal."
「Fifteen minutes later.」
Si Mingjing finished administering the acupuncture and wrote a prescription for Bo Leng. Handing it to Lou Manman, she said, "Sister-in-law, could you prepare the dicine according to this prescription? If there are no traditional Chinese dicine shops in Shendu, please send soone to A Country on the mainland to get the herbs."
"Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen. There are traditional Chinese dicine shops in Shendu. I’ll have soone fetch the dicine right now."
While Mo Yinhe and Bo Leng prepared to discuss the specific terms of their collaboration, Si Mingjing packed her dical kit and led Bo Fengyin out so as not to disturb them.
After Lou Manman had soone purchase the herbal ingredients, Si Mingjing personally supervised, instructing Lou Manman on how to decoct the dicine.
Lou Manman took personal charge of decocting the dicine, unwilling to entrust the task to the servants.
She watched over it herself, brewing it for two hours.
Si Mingjing sat beside her, keeping Lou Manman company and chatting leisurely. They talked about the amusing and embarrassing monts of Bo Fengyin’s upbringing, enjoying their conversation imnsely.
There was only one traditional Chinese dicine shop in Shendu. It was an inconspicuous little store located at the south gate of Shendu’s most prestigious dical college, Shendu dical College, and was owned by Professor Yan from the college.
Professor Yan had originally been an expert physician at the dical college’s affiliated hospital. After retiring, the school had rehired him to teach.
Today, after lecturing the doctoral students at the dical college, Professor Yan went to his traditional Chinese dicine shop as usual. He brewed a cup of herbal tea designed to dispel dampness and cold, then settled into his rocking chair. Holding the teacup in one hand and gently waving a hand fan with the other, he enjoyed his leisure ti.
At that mont, a dical student working part-ti in the shop approached with a prescription. Handing it to Professor Yan, he asked, "Professor Yan, what is this prescription for?"
Professor Yan squinted, reclining in his rocking chair. Fanning himself, he said, "You still can’t understand prescriptions at this stage?"
"Professor Yan, I can understand many traditional Chinese dicine prescriptions now. But this one... I’ve studied it for a long ti and just can’t figure it out."
This dical student was studying Western dicine, but a recent surge in popularity for traditional Chinese dicine had captivated him. He would copy every prescription that ca into the shop, mulling it over carefully. When he was baffled, he would consult Professor Yan.
"Oh, let take a look."
Putting his teacup aside, Professor Yan picked up the prescription. Squinting through his wrinkled eyelids, he studied it for a long while. "Hawthorn fruit, dicated Leaven, radish seeds, Pinellia tuber, dried tangerine peel..." he murmured, identifying the components. "This should be for treating a stomach ailnt caused by food stagnation. But this prescription..."
As Professor Yan looked it over, his brow involuntarily furrowed.
The dical student, observing his expression, asked, "Is there a problem, Professor Yan? Could there be a mistake with this prescription? That would be terrible! It’s said that the butler from Prince Bo’s Residence ca for this dicine—if there’s an issue with the prescription..."
Professor Yan raised his fan high and gave the dical student a light thwack on the head. "Did I say there was a problem?"
The dical student dared not cry out in pain and said, aggrieved, "But you were frowning."
"What’s wrong with frowning? Am I not allowed to frown? This prescription was clearly written by a highly experienced traditional Chinese dicine practitioner! The last ti I wrote a prescription for a stomach ailnt, it paled in comparison to this one—it’s frankly humbling. If I’m not frowning in concentration and admiration, should I be beaming instead?"
Soone the Prince Bo’s Residence could consult must surely be a master of traditional Chinese dicine. Traditional Chinese dicine is vast and profound; one cannot hope to grasp it fully without decades of study. And I only began to delve into it after I retired. Despite running this small shop and lecturing the part-ti dical students with an air of authority, I’m no true master myself.
Now faced with a prescription from an actual master, Professor Yan felt as if he had encountered a great teacher. He stood up and said, "You keep watch here. I’m making a trip to Prince Bo’s Residence!"
I must et this veteran practitioner! Perhaps we can beco scholarly friends, and I can learn more about traditional Chinese dicine from him!
Professor Yan boarded the submarine, full of excitent. My esteed colleague, I’m on my way!
Lou Manman had just finished decocting the dicine and brought it to the study herself. She had barely set it down when the butler rushed in to report.
"Princess Consort, Professor Yan is here. He says he wishes to et the doctor who prescribed the dicine for His Highness."
"What’s the matter?" Lou Manman asked. "And who is Professor Yan?"
"Professor Yan is a renowned veteran expert from Shendu dical College. The dicinal herbs today were purchased from the traditional Chinese dicine shop he runs. He says he wants to et the doctor, and he’s holding the prescription—it seems like there’s a problem with it."
"Ah? There’s a problem with the prescription?"
"It must be so! Otherwise, Professor Yan wouldn’t have rushed here in such a panic. Your Highness, please don’t drink—"
Before the butler could finish, Bo Leng had already picked up the bowl of herbal dicine and downed it in one go. GLUG, GLUG. He drank every last drop.
Butler: "........"
He clearly heard what I said! Why did he still drink it so decisively?!
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