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Qin Youxuan nearly choked on his words and obediently kept the thermometer in her mouth, no longer speaking.
Her eyes were always on the scale of the thermometer.
The fever had to go down.
For the past two days, she had been lying in bed and felt truly stifled.
Once the time was up, Qin Youxuan didnât see much. The thermometer was taken away by Diwu Zexuan.
He lazily glanced at it, âThe fever has lowered a bit. After resting overnight, if there are no relapses tomorrow, itâs safe to say youâre cured.â
âHanjie, did you hear that? Iâm getting better. You promised to accompany me to the cherry blossom forest.â Qin Youxuan clung to his arm and kept shaking him.
Seeing Hanjie didnât object, she happily turned to Diwu Zexuan, âBy the way, when you go downstairs, remember to help me thank Rui Hui. If it werenât for her medicine, I wouldnât have improved this quickly.â
The next second, Qin Youxuan pinched her nose and made a bitter face, âJust that smell of the medicine⦠Itâs too unpleasant. I almost threw up. It was absolutely the worst herbal medicine Iâve ever had.â
Hanjie touched her face with affection. Seeing her act like a coquettish child, a smile unconsciously hooked his lips.
âThe worst herbal medicine youâve ever had? You often drink herbal medicine?â Diwu Zexuan suddenly interjected.
This single sentence disrupted what could have been a continuation of a tender moment.
Hanjieâs body stiffened, his eyes became icy, and he gave him a sidelong glance.
Had he not spoken at this time, no one would have thought he was a mute.
Qin Youxuanâs face flushed and she looked resentfully at Diwu Zexuan.
In such a situation, a normal person would get out of the room without causing any further embarrassment. Yet, he was still energetically asking whether she had often taken traditional medicine.
This was simply speechless.
Despite being constantly stared at, Diwu Zexuan remained composed, standing there with a nonchalant look as if nothing had happened.
âNot really much, but not very little either. I always have stomach pain during my period, so I have had prescriptions from the hospital quite a few times,â Qin Youxuan replied honestly, thinking this question might be relevant to her illness.
âHave you had a specific prescription of herbal medicine that you drank frequently or even continuously over a long time?â
âI donât think so. I started making my herbal drinks after my mother passed away, but every time the results were not very good. Moreover, I didnât like the taste of herbs, so later I decided to bear the ailment rather than continue to take the medicine,â she explained after giving it some thought.
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As far as she could remember, she had not taken any herbs before that time.
She remembered little of her childhood days.
âBefore your mother passed away, did you have any serious illness that required long-term medication?â asked Diwu Zexuan carelessly, but a glint could be seen in his eyes.
âI donât think so. I donât remember,â Qin Youxuan shook her head.
She was just thirteen when her mother died. She had not yet experienced menstruation, so she didnât remember ever having taken traditional Chinese medicine.
âDonât you remember?â Diwu Zexuan furrowed his brows.
âYes, perhaps because my father was always with other women when I was a child. Seeing my mother all alone made me feel sorry for her, so I chose not to remember. I remember very little about my childhood,â replied Qin Youxuan in a low voice, sounding a little disheartened.
Even now, knowing all that she did, she still abstained from that period of her life.
âAre you certain you never experienced amnesia?â Diwu Zexuanâs tone grew stern, and his brow furrowed tighter.
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