Mo Sigui scrambled up, not waiting for Chu Dingjiang to ask what An Jiu could eat now. He rushed out like the wind, one shoe flying off at the threshold, but he didn’t come back to pick it up.
An Jiu was lying on the bed, eagerly waiting for food, when a madman kicked open the door. Seeing that she was awake, he hugged her and began to wail.
“Mo Sigui,” An Jiu recognized him by the medicinal scent on his body. Thankfully, her body’s reactions had become sluggish after lying down for so long, otherwise, she would have struck him with a palm strike already!
Chu Dingjiang sighed and went to the kitchen. He found that Mei Yanran had already prepared white porridge and took the pot and bowls with him.
In the room, Mo Sigui had composed himself and was now sitting on a stool, taking An Jiu’s pulse.
“Her blood and qi are deficient. She shouldn’t talk much for the next half month,” Mo Sigui told Chu Dingjiang with a dark face.
Chu Dingjiang knew well that this had nothing to do with blood and qi. It was likely that An Jiu had offended him again as soon as she opened her mouth. So he didn’t respond and simply said, “The kitchen has prepared porridge. You drink some first.”
Mo Sigui rubbed his stomach and went over to take a bowl. “I’ll have some too.”
The three of them gathered around the bed and finished a pot of porridge while next door, Mei Jiu was screaming heart-rendingly.
At first, the news came too quickly and intensely, leaving Mei Yanran a bit dazed. Later, seeing that An Jiu was fine, she went to Mei Jiu’s side.
“She’s screaming so terribly, is she alright?” An Jiu asked.
“She’s screaming with full force, what could be wrong?” Mo Sigui smacked his lips. “It would be nice if we had some pickles.”
Mo Sigui examined Mei Jiu and found that her fetal position was correct and she had been well-nourished. Generally, there shouldn’t be any problems.
After dinner, An Jiu went to the bathroom to freshen up but then felt a bit dizzy. She quickly fell asleep after returning to her room.
Meanwhile, Mei Jiu alternated between resting and screaming, her voice becoming hoarse.
Mo Sigui calculated the time and figured that Wei Yuzhi should be waking up soon.
He picked up the things he had scattered when rushing over earlier while returning to his room.
“Divine Physician Mo,” Wei Yuzhi said.
“Oh, you’ve woken up earlier than I expected,” Mo Sigui tossed the things in his hands into a basket and put on his shoes.
“I just woke up,” Wei Yuzhi’s voice was slightly weak. “Who’s screaming?”
“The first madam of the Hua residence is giving birth. You’ve just woken up, don’t talk too much. The weirdo next door woke up, ate, and even took a bath. I’ve never seen anyone more lively!” Mo Sigui sat back on the couch, picked up his book, and poured a bowl of medicine from the medicinal stove. He handed it to Wei Yuzhi, inserting a wheat straw into the bowl. “It’s easier to drink with this.”
Hearing this, a faint smile spread across Wei Yuzhi’s face. He didn’t ask anything and drank the bowl of medicine through the straw.
The medicine had been prepared in advance by Mo Sigui and kept warm on the stove, making it just right to drink.
After drinking the medicine, Wei Yuzhi felt a bit better. “I slept very well last night.”
It was the best sleep he had ever had in his life.
Before, his sleep quality had been high, so even though he slept little, it was enough for necessary rest. But this time was different. He knew he had slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he felt unprecedentedly relaxed in body and mind, as if all burdens had been lifted.
“Of course,” Mo Sigui wasn’t surprised at all. The medicinal smoke he had used last night was from a new prescription. Even someone like him with severe insomnia and strong drug resistance could sleep well, let alone ordinary people.
“I can maintain your life for a few years, but as you know, the blood from the heart is the essence of the body’s blood and qi. Your appearance has aged considerably compared to before,” Mo Sigui said.
Wei Yuzhi had a gentle temperament and fair skin, so there wouldn’t be too much of a visible difference from before. However, his once jet-black hair was now snow-white, including his eyebrows.