The next day, Song Moting ca to pick Jiang Xiaoxiao up from the hospital.
In front of Xu ng, Jiang Xiaoxiao took out a bottle of peach wine from Song Moting’s backpack.
Song Moting’s eyes flashed; his wife was about to make trouble again!
"This is dicine; you can only drink half a cup each ti. His body is very weak, and it’s best to take it gradually. You should understand the principle that when one is weak, they cannot handle too much nourishnt. You must not drink too much, as it will burden the body.
Xiao Cheng is only six years old; his body and heart can’t handle it."
Jiang Xiaoxiao was definitely bluffing, sounding alarmist.
She was afraid Xu ng would feed it all in one go.
If Xiao Cheng started bouncing around tomorrow, she’d be the one under scrutiny.
She poured a small cup for Xu ng and then put the peach wine away.
It wasn’t that she was stingy; she was afraid Xu ng and the others might accidentally have it stolen. Jiang Xiaoxiao was worried about potential accidents.
Xu ng looked at the small cup in her hand with longing. It seed to have a sweet scent, with a hint of peach aroma. She couldn’t detect other slls.
But both the color and aroma were good; nothing seed unusual.
"How many tis a day should he drink this?"
No wonder Xu ng was so cautious; she was genuinely worried.
Jiang Xiaoxiao pondered that once a day was enough.
Too much wouldn’t be good; it’d be easy to expose the truth.
"Twice a day, and tomorrow you’ll have to personally co to my house to get it."
Xu ng nodded, "Okay, okay! I’ll definitely be there on ti to pick you up."
As long as she could save her son, she wouldn’t mind being a servant.
Let alone picking soone up, especially for her son’s sake.
Jiang Xiaoxiao then packed up with Song Moting to prepare for discharge from the hospital.
Xu ng couldn’t let Jiang Xiaoxiao just leave the hospital like that; she personally arranged for a driver to take Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting back.
Fan Xiuying was with them.
Fan Xiuying sat in the car, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.
The car was obviously a luxury one, completely different from Song Moting’s car.
Fan Xiuying hadn’t ridden in many cars in her life; does riding a bus count?
Now she could sit in such a car.
It was indeed different.
Xu ng watched as her son was fed half a cup of the stuff, feeling anxious inside.
She and Wu Pingjing had studied it earlier on; besides not tasting it themselves, they almost attempted everything with it.
Both of them thought it seed like so kind of fruit wine.
Could this really be a secret ancestral redy?
But then she thought about Jiang Xiaoxiao’s feats in the operating room and the miracle on Old Sir Song.
The whole circle now knows, and the one who tried to harm Old Sir Song is still being pursued.
This is a major issue that’s shaken the higher-ups.
They couldn’t be unaware of it.
Of course, they also knew about Old Sir Song being saved by a cup of ancestral secret redy wine from his granddaughter-in-law.
Mr. Wu watched the couple being so cautious, feeling both amused and pitying inside.
"Go ahead, Mr. Feng wouldn’t deceive us. Didn’t he say ’let fate take its course’? Accept destiny; whether it’s life or death, that’s fate."
Xu ng gritted her teeth and poured half a cup into her son’s mouth.
Not a single drop more.
Seeing the liquid dribble from the corner of her son’s mouth, Xu ng touched it with her hand and tasted it.
Sweet, with a faint taste of alcohol.
Instantly disappointed, it’s really just fruit wine.
Could this really save a life?
Xu ng plopped down on the sofa, feeling they had too much trust in Old Mrs. Feng and, by extension, Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Such a thing saving people seed utterly fanciful.
What about her son!
No one spoke for a while.
"Xu ng! Look! Look, is Xiao Cheng opening his eyes?"
Wu Pingjing had been staring at his son, not daring to blink.
Afraid the child might have an accident.
Though Jiang Xiaoxiao said their dicinal wine was fine, they didn’t dare truly believe it.
All dicine has three parts poison; neither traditional nor Western dicine dares to guarantee this readily.
Xu ng lunged forward, practically jumping to her son’s bedside.
Indeed, Xiao Cheng was slowly opening his eyes.
This was the first ti he’d opened his eyes post-surgery.
Seeing his mother’s anxious, joyful face, Xiao Cheng blinked his eyes tiredly.
"Mom!"
His voice was weak, but Xu ng was so thrilled she almost cried.
"Yes, Xiao Cheng, mom is here, right here! How are you feeling?"
Xiao Cheng struggled to turn his head and saw his grandfather and father, both overflowing with joy.
"Grandpa... Dad... I’m okay. It’s like I just woke up from a nap; I’m just weak all over and in pain!"
"Don’t talk! Close your eyes and rest well. As long as you’ve woken up, you’ll recover quickly! It’s truly an ancestral secret redy! The heavens blessed us; truly remarkable."
Wu Pingjing stopped his wife from scaring their son with her words.
He spoke gently.
"Xiao Cheng, close your eyes and rest for a while. Your mom is too tired; she’s not thinking straight."
As he spoke, he gently closed his son’s eyes with his hand. Xiao Cheng, just woken and indeed weary, could feel a bit of strength returning to him, unlike these past days when even in slumber, it felt like a thousand-pound stone pressed on his chest.
His whole body was in pain and exhaustion, seemingly beyond his control.
Now, at least, he felt relaxed, a sensation absent for a long ti.
Wu Pingjing pulled Xu ng into a small adjoining room.
This was a suite in a cadre hospital ward.
Xu ng couldn’t bear to leave her son even for a mont.
Wu Pingjing softly scolded her, "The child just woke up, what nonsense were you spouting? Aren’t you afraid of scaring him? From now on, keep your mouth shut. Have you forgotten Jiang Xiaoxiao’s words?"
They had promised Jiang Xiaoxiao to keep this matter a secret.
Xu ng suddenly realized how recklessly she had behaved.
She nodded regretfully, "I understand, I won’t talk nonsense again. Old Wu, it really worked. It really worked!"
They hadn’t expected the effect to be so quick and so good.
The next morning, Xu ng gave Xiao Cheng the remaining half-cup of peach wine to drink.
She was too excited to sleep last night, watching that cup tirelessly through the night.
This was her son’s life, and she couldn’t allow any mistakes.
After drinking it in the town, she felt relieved; every drop was gone, all given to her son.
After drinking the sweet stuff, Xiao Cheng curiously asked Xu ng.
"Mom, what is this?"
"Xiao Cheng, this is life-saving dicine!"
Xu ng said softly.
"dicine? But why is this dicine sweet and not bitter like others?"
After a night’s rest, Xiao Cheng’s spirits were far better compared to yesterday.
He even started on liquid food last night.
Mr. Feng personally conducted the check-up, finding the child overall improving, with his whole being rejuvenating and developing positively.
"This is a very special dicine, different from those at the hospital."
Thinking back on her doubts about Jiang Xiaoxiao yesterday due to the sweet taste, Xu ng felt incredibly apologetic.
She vowed that in the future, she would believe everything Jiang Xiaoxiao said.
People genuinely capable of such things were exceptionally talented, and one should never judge by appearances.
What’s wrong with being young?
Young and having the ability to save lives, what do you have with your experience?
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