The Baby I Lost Is Actually with My Ex-Husband!-Chapter 106 - : The Jade Rabbit Spirit Making Medicine

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: The Jade Rabbit Spirit Making Medicine

Huo Tingdong, after annotating the prescription based on the illustrations in the guide, handed it to Mo Ke and said, “Prepare the medicine according to the prescription.”

Mo Ke looked at the prescription, amused but also exasperated, yet he immediately accepted it, nodding and saying, “I’ll take care of it right away.”

Mo Ke’s efficiency was astounding.

Soon, he had gathered all the herbs, along with the medicine mortar and pestle, scales, and powder machine, gathering everything needed.

Huo Tingdong had someone stay behind to care for Lin Qi, and sent Momo and Han back home.

As soon as he opened the door, Huo Tingdong was greeted by the bitter and pungent smell of medicinal herbs, instinctively covering his nose.

But Han seemed already accustomed to the smell of the herbs; he ran into the living room, brought all the herbs and tools back to the study, and Momo, out of curiosity, followed him.

Inside the study.

Han laid out all the tools and herbs, counted the herbs, measured their weight precisely with the scale, and then took out a notebook and started drawing and writing in it.

Momo asked, “Does this medicine need to be cooked?”

Han shook his head.

Seeing his focused and serious demeanor, Momo did not disturb him further.

Before coming back from the hospital, Han had seen Lin Qi’s injuries.

Lin Qi’s elbow joint was particularly badly injured; the fractured bone had pierced through the skin, causing an open wound, which led to an infection that was risking amputation.

Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine, and ancient Chinese medicine is different from modern Chinese medicine.

Especially the ancient Chinese medicine Han had learned from Grandpa, which had been lost for a long time. Grandpa was the last inheritor of a century-old family of traditional Chinese doctors. In his generation, only Han was the direct disciple.

Han placed the herbs into the medicine mortar, holding the copper pestle, and started to grind the medicine with a “clang clang clang” sound.

Momo leaned on the chair, feeling a bit tired and drowsy.

He looked at Han grinding the medicine intently and asked in a fuzzy state, “Can you really cure Mommy?”

Han nodded.

Momo asked again, “Mommy’s injury is so severe, will it leave scars?”

Han shook his head.

Momo instantly felt a great sense of relief, closed his eyes, and fell into a heavy sleep.

In a hazy state of consciousness, he had a magical dream where he floated towards the moon and reached Guanghan Palace. In the palace, he saw a cute Jade Rabbit Spirit.

Curious, he walked over and gently tapped the Jade Rabbit Spirit on the shoulder; the Jade Rabbit Spirit turned around, and it was Han’s face.

Han’s head had two long ears just like a rabbit, hanging innocently. He was holding a copper cup and clenching the copper pestle, seriously grinding the medicine.

“Han!”

Momo shouted as he woke from his dream.

He opened his eyes to see Han’s handsome and adorable face close to his, staring at him with round eyes, and his long eyelashes fluttered gently, as if curious about what dream he had.

“Awake?” Han pinched his cheek, “You were dreaming.”

Saying this, he picked up the drawing board in his hands and brought it close to his face.

Momo looked attentively and saw it was a portrait Han had secretly drawn while he was asleep. In the portrait, Momo was lying on the chair, head tilted, with his mouth slightly open—both funny and cute, a stark contrast to the “little tyrant” persona he usually showed.

Momo’s eyes reddened, and he reached out to snatch it, “Give it to me!”

Han hid the drawing behind his back, not giving it to him.

Momo was embarrassed and flushed with annoyance, and suddenly Han said, “The medicine is ready.”

Momo looked towards the table behind him in surprise; the medicine was already packaged.

He was amazed by Han’s efficiency: “So fast?”

Han pointed towards the outside window.

The sky had already darkened.

This pounding lasted the entire afternoon.

Momo asked, “Are you tired?”

Han rubbed his eyes, clearly showing some signs of fatigue, but he still needed to hold out until they reached the hospital, to apply medicine on Aunt Qiqi.

Han carried the medicine bag, and he and Momo walked to the door. In the living room, Mo Ke was also dozing off, but there was no sign of Huo Tingdong.

Momo walked over and gently tugged at Mo Ke’s mouth.

Mo Ke woke up abruptly, opened his eyes, and saw Momo’s enlarged handsome face, “You dare to fall asleep?”

Mo Ke immediately raised both hands in surrender, “I’m sorry…”

“Where’s Daddy?” Han shook his head, looking around, searching for Huo Tingdong’s figure.

Mo Ke awkwardly stood up, explaining to Han, “Mr. Huo has gone to the hospital.”

Momo tensed up and asked, “Did something happen to Mommy again?”

Mo Ke shook his head, “The one in trouble is Miss Song.”

Miss Song… Song Shuyan?

What happened to her?

Momo only remembered that Han had fiercely jabbed a few needles into Song Shuyan, then left her in the factory.

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But Han had no interest in paying attention to Song Shuyan; in any case, this woman reaped what she sowed. The needles he jabbed were enough for Song Shuyan to endure!

“Let’s go.” He took Momo’s hand, “We’re going to the hospital.” He needed to apply medicine on Aunt Qiqi.

Momo nodded, “Okay.”

Hospital.

Huo Tingdong entered the ward, just as the nurse had finished covering Song Shuyan with a blanket.

As soon as he entered, he saw Song Shuyan incessantly scratching her face and neck. The skin exposed to the air had scratch marks all over, and beyond a laceration that seemed like a slash on Song Shuyan’s face, there were also some startling red rashes, each swollen, and breaking them would result in blisters.

Huo Tingdong asked, “What happened to her?”

The nurse shook her head, explaining, “Someone found Miss Song on the way here. She was delirious, seemingly injured, and all the way here she frantically scratched at her face and neck as if very itchy. Besides that, Miss Song’s face is paralyzed.”

“Face paralysis?”

Huo Tingdong glanced at Song Shuyan’s face; half of her face had slack muscles, hanging loosely and paralyzed, completely asymmetrical on both sides.

The nurse said, “The doctor has treated her and said it’s nothing serious, but… her symptoms are really rare, even the doctors are at a loss.”

Mingde Hospital is a private hospital, but it is highly qualified, possessing many authoritative experts and professors.

What kind of symptoms made the experts and professors feel helpless?

Huo Tingdong had no idea, Han had hit Song Shuyan with those three needles, each at a miraculous acupoint.

Not lethal, but extremely painful.

A needle in Baihui Acupoint would cause Song Shuyan to lose part of her memory, unclear consciousness, and even after waking, she would lose impression of that day’s memory.

A needle in Sanyinjiao, with a trace amount of toxin in the needle tip, would cause blister rash.

A needle in Dicang acupoint damaged the neurons and would cause massive facial paralysis, and if unresolved, facial muscles would collapse, tantamount to disfigurement, and in the long term, leave lifelong disability.

This technique had long been lost; it was taught to Han by his Grandpa, and no one else could solve it.

“Ah… ah… so itchy… so itchy…” Song Shuyan miserably tossed and turned on the bed, continuously scratching her face and neck, screaming hoarsely while scratching.