Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 233: Treatment Complete

After locking the door to the hospital room, Lin Zhengran turned to Jiang Jingshi, who had calmed down a lot. Although her eyes were still red from crying too much, the happiness on her face was undeniable.

Jiang Jingshi gently asked, "What did you just say I should do? Can we really do the treatment right here?"

Lin Zhengran walked to her side, pulled out a small box from his pocket, and opened it to reveal a pitch-black pill, about the size of a fingertip.

He handed it to Jiang Jingshi. "Take this first."

Without asking much, she took it with both hands and commented, "That's a big pill. Can I chew it?"

"You can, but you probably won’t need to. It should go down just fine."

Jiang Jingshi put it in her mouth, expecting it to be bitter, but the moment it touched her tongue, she barely had time to taste it. It felt a bit like cotton candy, dissolving softly in her mouth and sliding down her throat.

She marveled, "What a strange pill. Then what?"

Lin Zhengran asked, "You swallowed it?"

"Mm, it dissolved on its own as soon as it touched my mouth."

"Next, lie down, close your eyes, and relax."

Jiang Jingshi obediently lay back on the hospital bed, tucked herself under the blanket, took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and shut her eyes.

She had no idea how Lin Zhengran planned to treat her, but she was willing to do whatever he said.

After lying there for a while, she realized Lin Zhengran was just holding her pulse and doing nothing else. About ten minutes passed, and she couldn't help but ask curiously with her eyes still closed, "Aren't we starting yet?"

Lin Zhengran, staring at her beautiful face, replied, "The treatment is already done. Now we just observe."

"Huh?"

Jiang Jingshi opened her eyes, completely puzzled, but quickly shut them again remembering what he said. "It’s already done? But all I did was take a pill."

"Isn't it normal to take medicine when you're sick? That pill is the result of my entire week of research. Don't underestimate it. Its effects will gradually spread throughout your body, and you might experience some reactions later."

"I see... but it was much simpler than I thought..."

While checking her pulse, Lin Zhengran could feel the medicinal effect slowly spreading inside her, heading directly toward the affected areas.

The reason hereditary diseases are often considered incurable is because the body carries hidden defects from the very beginning. Once triggered, they silently evolve into illnesses.

But this pill, infused with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, could not only fully restore the damaged areas but even repair the defective genes themselves.

Lin Zhengran closed his eyes. The spiritual energy was like a road crew, gradually rebuilding and renewing her cellular structure, dissolving the diseased areas.

He smiled softly and reminded her, "After taking it, you might experience some detox symptoms, mainly vomiting. If you feel it coming, just head to the bathroom."

Jiang Jingshi replied softly, "Okay."

Lin Zhengran asked, "Are you feeling anything now?"

Frowning with her eyes closed, she struggled to describe it. "I think so... but I can't really put it into words. It’s kind of like eating expired mint candy in my head."

Lin Zhengran was puzzled. What kind of description was that? "You've eaten expired mint candy before?"

Jiang Jingshi chuckled, "No, it just feels like that. I don’t really like snacks, they make you gain weight, and then I won’t look good."

Lin Zhengran sighed helplessly. "You're already plenty good-looking. Just keep lying there, and when you feel like vomiting, go to the bathroom." He let go of her wrist.

Jiang Jingshi, feeling happy from his compliment, sensed his hand moving away and instinctively grabbed it. She asked cautiously, "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere. I'm staying right here, watching over you."

Relieved, Jiang Jingshi nodded.

Lin Zhengran lowered his head to look at her fair hand. Jiang Jingshi used to always wear a silver ring that looked like a piece of art on her left hand's index finger. The faint marks from long-term wear were still there.

But today, the ring had been moved to her middle finger.

For women, wearing a ring on the middle finger usually indicated that they were in a stable relationship, their heart already belonging to someone.

"Jiang Jie, you moved your ring?"

Holding her hand, Lin Zhengran noticed Jiang Jingshi blushing but saying nothing. Instead, she gently tightened her grip, softly replying, "Mm."

She asked in a low voice, "You haven’t been sleeping much this week, have you?"

"Even if I said I did, you wouldn't believe me. Besides, with you sick, how could I focus on anything else before curing you?"

She gripped his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm enveloping hers. Her heart was filled with warmth. "I don’t even know how to respond to that... but... you saved my life. From now on, I’m yours."

She blushed, adding silently in her heart—though in my mind, I’ve always been yours. You're the only one worth marrying.

That afternoon, Jiang Jingshi's body showed no reactions, even as evening arrived.

Only late into the night did she begin to feel repeated waves of nausea. She hurried to the bathroom, but nothing came out except for a few streaks of black in the saliva she spat.

Each time, she quickly rinsed her mouth, worried about looking unkempt in front of Lin Zhengran.

Every time she finished, Lin Zhengran would check her meridians again. Confirming everything was fine, he’d let her lie back down.

This repeated who knows how many times.

It wasn't until around four or five in the morning that the nausea finally subsided. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The spiritual energy’s restoration of her tissues was finally complete.

As the morning sun shone into the hospital room, lighting up Jiang Jingshi’s gentle and serene face, she looked a bit tired from not sleeping all night. But her complexion was no longer pale—it was noticeably rosier than it had been in days, and her eyes sparkled with vitality.

Even her stomach, rarely feeling hungry, let out a few audible growls.

Embarrassed, she quickly covered her stomach.

Lin Zhengran chuckled, "I’ll go get you some breakfast."

Jiang Jingshi held his hand and shook her head. "No, don’t go. This hospital provides breakfast, they have a dedicated kitchen."

Lin Zhengran sighed, realizing once again how private hospitals really were something else.

He called the nurse responsible for looking after her and asked for breakfast. Two portions.

Soon, two bowls of millet porridge and some nutritional side dishes were delivered.

Despite her high status, Jiang Jingshi wasn’t picky about food.

She sat up and ate with Lin Zhengran at the small table attached to the hospital bed.

In the past few days, due to both the illness and her mental state, she’d had no appetite. But this morning, she found herself eating with gusto.

Though still eating slowly and carefully, she ate quite a lot.

"I feel so much lighter. This medicine really works! Should I take another one today?" she asked.

Lin Zhengran sipped his porridge. "No need. One is enough. Just get some rest this morning, and in the afternoon, have the hospital run a check-up."

"A check-up? You mean to see how the medicine worked and make adjustments if needed?"

"Adjustments? What adjustments? It’s already over."

She blinked, puzzled.

Lin Zhengran smiled at her. Miraculous medicines always seemed too good to be true, often needing to be explained multiple times.

But it was understandable—who would believe that such a serious illness could be cured by just one pill?

So Lin Zhengran said plainly, "You’ll see for yourself after the check-up this afternoon. Don’t worry about anything else."

Jiang Jingshi noticed some millet porridge stuck to the corner of his mouth. She gently wiped it off with a tissue, smiling softly. "Am I getting dumb? I feel like I keep needing you to repeat things these days."

Lin Zhengran laughed, "You'll be fine once you're fully recovered."

Jiang Jingshi also smiled gently, eyes filled only with the person in front of her.