Chapter 604: Chapter 604: You Know Chinese dicine?
Chapter 604: Chapter 604: You Know Chinese dicine?
Finally, Jin Rong, as if parting with flesh, gave Li Qiao three islands as a eting gift once again.
At Shang Yu’s urging, Li Qiao reluctantly accepted them.
Jin Rong: “…”
About five minutes later, Jin Rong received a call from his subordinate and, glancing at the two seated under the parasol, he looked toward the coastline and said, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to see the dical room.”
…
The dical room was set up on the neighboring equipnt island.
The island wasn’t large, with a sea-view house by the shore and the rest were single-story storage buildings.
The group disembarked from the yacht, with Jin Rong leading the way in flip-flops, hands clasped behind his back, occasionally pointing at nearby buildings and offering a brief introduction, although each island had a similar overall style.
Li Qiao had been here more than once, but she only ever visited the main island to discuss matters with Jin Rong.
Soon, they walked past a grove of coconut trees, and the dical room ca into view.
Upon entering, Li Qiao’s gaze swept around the room.
The dical room was neither too large nor too small, about two hundred square ters in size.
But the facilities were complete, with all kinds of testing equipnt available, all of which were brand new.
Next to the dical table, there were also many black cloth bags, and the air was filled with the scent of herbal dicine.
After making a round, Jin Rong finally stood next to the CT scanner, arm resting on the machine, “I’ve gathered all the dicinal herbs for you, if it’s not enough, let know anyti.”
“Mm,” Shang Yu replied tersely, walked over to the dical table, opened a cloth bag, and crushed a piece of herb, “You can go now.”
Caught off guard by his dismissal, Jin Rong turned his face and asked, “What did you say?”
The man didn’t look at him, his attention focused on sorting the herbs in the cloth bag.
By this ti, Li Qiao had gotten a preliminary understanding of the layout of the dical room and strolled over to Shang Yu’s side, looking at the countless herbs in the cloth bag, so of which she’d never even seen before.
Li Qiao looked at the man’s sharply contoured side profile, “Do you know traditional Chinese dicine?”
As the Parma Shang clan was a family of dical heritage, and Shang Zonghai held the title of King of Traditional Chinese dicine, it was not surprising that Shang Yu knew dical skills.
But in all this ti together, she had never seen him touch dicinal herbs.
She had thought that Shang Lu was the heir to Shang’s traditional Chinese dicine.
Hearing her question, Shang Yu flicked off the remnants of herbs from his fingertips and glanced at her surprised expression, lips slightly tilted, “Surprised?”
“A little,” Li Qiao leaned on the dical table, looking up into his eyes, “Did you learn from uncle?”
As she spoke that, she caught a fleeting shadow in Shang Yu’s eyes.
A complex expression.
As if tinged with subtle mockery amidst mories.
Then, Shang Yu looked back at the herbs in the cloth bag, his Adam’s apple shifted up and down, he hesitated, then finally said in a deep voice, “Madam Xiao.”
Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing more.
Indeed, she hadn’t expected that his dical skills had been learned from Madam Xiao.
This na was not exactly taboo between them, but they never brought it up on their own.
Li Qiao stared at the herbs and zoned out, as she had never had a favorable impression of Ming Dailan.
What kind of person could a mother be if she was protective of her stepson yet hard her biological son rcilessly?
But Shang Yu’s words suggested another possibility to her.
If Madam Xiao had personally taught him dicine, did it an…
they too had a period of maternal affection and filial piety?
What caused the rift that led to their estrangent today?
Less than three minutes passed, and Jin Rong tactfully chose to leave on his own.
He had stood behind Shang Yu and Li Qiao for quite a while, completely ignored to the utmost degree.
Jin Rong felt as if the fine cabbage he had nurtured had been rooted up by a pig.
And that pig just happened to be his good brother, whom he couldn’t hit or scold.
…
In this way, Shang Yu took Li Qiao to stay temporarily at the Wenxi Archipelago under the pretense of recovering from her injuries.
Most of their ti was spent in the dical room.
Jin Rong would co over every day from the main island on his yacht, tirelessly bringing all sorts of island fruits for Li Qiao.
He proclaid that at the age of growing, one needed to replenish nutrition.
As for his good brother, he had completely pushed him out of his mind.
Ti flew, and before they knew it, three days had passed.
One of the perks of living in the Wenxi Archipelago was the sense of isolation from the world.
In these past few mornings, Li Qiao had woken up to the sound of the waves, and opening the door, she could see a vast expanse of beach and the azure sea.
All worries were washed away by the waves, truly a life facing the sea with blossoming spring.
At ten in the morning, Li Qiao sat cross-legged in a hanging basket chair in front of the villa, carefully examining a pair of jade Pixiu ornants that fit in the palm of her hand.
Soon after, the door opened, and Shang Yu walked out in a silk robe, carrying a bowl of herbal dicine in his hand.
Hearing the noise, Li Qiao placed the Pixiu ornants on her lap and took the bowl of dicine Shang Yu handed her, frowning slightly as she downed it in one gulp.
The recovery was truly focused on healing.
Because Shang Yu himself had personally prepared a blood-activating and stasis-dissolving Chinese dicine for her, twice daily, more punctual than altis.
Not only that, but there was also a patch of hot herbal paste applied to the side of her waist, all crafted by his hand.
Li Qiao smacked her lips, the bitter taste of the Chinese dicine leaving a slight aftertaste, as she looked up at Shang Yu, “Are we going to the dical room today?”
“Not today,” the man pulled a rattan chair and sat down, crossing his long legs out in front, then glanced out at the sea, turning to her with a crooked smile, “After a few more days of recovery, shall we go back to South Sea?”
Li Qiao leaned her head against the hanging basket, tapping the Pixiu ornant with her fingers, “That’s fine, but…”
She thought about the Official Kiln Vase that Jin Rong had been searching for.
Shang Yu took her hand, examining the scabbed wound, and asked lazily while lifting his eyelids, “You want to get the vase?”
Li Qiao pondered for a mont, then smiled, “Let’s see how it goes; I can have Ah Chang fetch it just the sa.”
…
As evening approached, the sea’s surface shimred with the golden light of the setting sun.
In the living room of the seaside villa, Luoyu arrived with a briefcase in hand, “Miss Li, is this what you were talking about?”
“Uh-huh, give it to .” Li Qiao opened the briefcase, took out so docunts and dals, threw them onto the table, and casually placed the briefcase aside.
Shang Yu and Jin Rong were smoking on the scenic platform outside the door, their shadows elongated by the sunlight.
“When are you guys leaving?” Jin Rong glanced back into the living room.
With a cigarette between his lips, the man squinted and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice, “In a few days.”
Jin Rong pursed his lips, rocking his flip-flopped feet while thinking about how to make them stay a few more days, when he suddenly heard this, nearly snapping his cigarette, “What?
You want to get it myself?”
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