Dreaming of Lion Rock: Recipe in Hand

Chapter 328 Prescription to Save People

Since Western medicine cannot cure people at this stage, He Yanqing plans to try traditional Chinese medicine.

"If the decoction can be combined with acupuncture and massage, the possibility of cure will be even greater!" He Yanqing complained to Chunni while flipping through a medical book.

"Oh! It would be great if grandpa was here. His acupuncture skills are well-known far and wide."

The grandfather He Yanqing was referring to was not Old Master Chu, but his own grandfather, a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

"It's unrealistic. I heard that the capital can't do without him." Chunni shook her head. She actually preferred to find a solution in the bookstore.

The points in her system have also increased a lot during this period, enough to support her to buy one or even two books on acupuncture.

Under the dim moonlight, Chunni was seen secretly putting the books she bought from the bookstore carefully into the cabinet where she usually kept her books.

Little did she know that in the darkness a pair of dark eyes were staring at her actions, with dark currents surging in their eyes.

The next day, Chunni pretended nothing had happened, took out the new book she bought yesterday from the bookcase, and handed it to He Yanqing generously.

"Here, this is the book I bought from the imperial capital last time. Do you think it suits my condition?"

He Yanqing lowered his eyes, and an inexplicable emotion seemed to devour his reason. He thought of the two books that appeared out of nowhere, and a feeling of powerlessness instantly swept over his whole body.

Who is she? Where does she come from? Where is she going?

When he thought that she would disappear without knowing it, he felt as if a wild beast had grabbed his heart and he couldn't breathe!

"Hey, Yan Qing, Yan Qing?"

Chunni's doubtful voice brought back a trace of rationality to He Yanqing. He raised his head quickly, revealing a pair of slightly red eyes.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Chunni asked with concern.

"It's okay. The wind was a little strong today and some sand blew into my eyes. It will be fine after a while."

He Yanqing had a lot to say to her, but he couldn't say a word. These words were stuck in his chest, like tangled tree roots, spreading and causing him to feel a dull pain in his chest.

What exactly did he want to ask? Could he bear the terrible answer that he couldn't turn back from?

He pretended to look through the two Chinese medicine manuals carefully, his astonishment evident in his expression.

"Isn't that great!" Chunni snuggled up to him like a happy little bird.

"Haha, it seems that there are some good things in the imperial capital."

He Yanqing was reluctant to expose her, so he took her hand and walked to the desk.

"Come, let's discuss the specific details of Miss Zhao's treatment!"

If she didn't want to talk, then she didn't have to. One day, he believed, she would tell him everything.

"Okay." Chunni felt that treating Zhao's mother was urgent, so she didn't struggle. She sat on He Yanqing's lap and discussed the treatment plan together.

Half a day passed in a flash, and Chunni reached out and patted her tense shoulders and neck.

"Chinese medicine is the main method, supplemented by acupuncture and massage. That's it for now!"

He Yanqing reached out and rubbed Chunni's shoulders. "We can teach Zhao Weidong and his wife how to do massage, but I think you have to do it for acupuncture."

Chunni sighed comfortably.

"Mm, it feels so good! I need to practice acupuncture. I'm afraid I might hurt the old lady."

Chunni sat on He Yanqing's legs and caressed him, which made him feel distracted. Chunni was very busy during this period, and she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow, which made He Yanqing feel suffocated.

How could he, a young man in his thirties and full of vigor, bear Chunni's words "comfortable"? He lost his mind, put Chunni on the desk and kissed her.

He tasted it lightly at first, then began to go deeper. His tongue, which had nowhere to go, collided in her mouth, sometimes as gentle as water, sometimes as fierce as a waterfall.

"Yeah." Chunni couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

He Yanqing took the opportunity to slide into her mouth, hooking her tongue and stirring it. His hands seemed to have consciousness, sliding down from her slender neck, to that fullness. He stroked it gently, as if to remember the beautiful shape. Suddenly, he pinched it hard, and pinched it again.

"Ah!" Chunni couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Yanqing, no, don't do this."

"Call me husband." He Yanqing's voice was low and hoarse.

Chunni felt a little ashamed, but the increasingly heavy pressure on her chest made her subconsciously succumb.

"Husband." Chunni's voice was gentle and melodious.

"My dear." He Yanqing's movements became gentler. "Marriage is for life! You can't abandon me and the child!"

These words sounded a bit confusing. Chunni looked at the man in front of her in confusion, her misty eyes clear and bright.

"Of course, marriage means lifelong commitment." She promised subconsciously.

He Yanqing was overjoyed, as if he had returned to the time when he first got married, when he was still a young boy...

He hurriedly took off his shirt, threw it on the ground, and was about to unbuckle his belt.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa is calling you to eat!" Cici pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey, Mom and Dad, are you playing games?" Chuchu also came and looked at her naked father and said, "Dad, Grandpa said that the weather is cool now and we can't take off our clothes even if it's hot."

"Shame on you." Cici stroked her little face with her index finger, feeling ashamed that her daddy was shirtless.

Chunni covered her face and laughed secretly.

He Yanqing sighed, picked up his clothes and put them back on.

My own children, my own children, my own children, you can’t hit them, you can’t hit them, you can’t hit them.

Say important words three times!