Chapter 88: Translate to: Eighty-eight, Skin allergy Chapter 88: Translate to: Eighty-eight, Skin allergy The doctor looked over the report and turned to Yang Xin’er and Zhang Xiaoling, “It’s skin allergy. I’ll prescribe some medicine for you to apply. While using the medicine, avoid spicy and fishy foods. Also, do not apply any skincare products to your face, or it will get worse.”
Yang Xin’er nodded, “Doctor, how long will it take for us to recover?” She attended many social events regularly, and she did not want to meet people with her face looking like this.
“Generally, it should be much better in about a week, but it really depends on the individual,” the doctor said as he saw the prescription ready, picking up a pen to write down the precautions carefully.
“I’ve written all the precautions on the prescription. Just follow them when you get back home, and if you have any questions, you can call me,” the doctor handed the prescription to Yang Xin’er.
“Okay.” Yang Xin’er took the prescription, stood up with Zhang Xiaoling, and walked outside.
Before they reached the parking lot, they heard a familiar voice coming from ahead, “Old Mrs. Song! Mrs. Song! I never expected to see you here, what a coincidence!”
The last thing Yang Xin’er and Zhang Xiaoling wanted was to meet acquaintances, especially someone like Guan Yushuang, who loved to gossip about others.
Guan Yushuang approached Yang Xin’er and Zhang Xiaoling. When she saw their faces, she was shocked and her eyes widened, “What happened to your faces? Why are they so red and swollen, and covered with so many pimples?”
“The doctor said it’s an allergy; we can’t chat now, we’ve got other things to attend to,” Yang Xin’er covered her face with her hand and hurried toward the parking lot with Zhang Xiaoling. She really didn’t want to meet anyone right now; it was too embarrassing.
“Allergy?” Guan Yushuang looked at the retreating figures of Yang Xin’er and Zhang Xiaoling, chuckled, and took out her phone to make a call. When she got a response from the other side, she exclaimed, “I just ran into Yang Xin’er and her mother-in-law at the hospital, guess what happened to them? Their faces are covered in pimples, red and swollen, and utterly hideous. Thank goodness I haven’t eaten yet, or I might have vomited.”
Yang Xin’er and Zhang Xiaoling finally breathed a sigh of relief as they got back into their car.
“We were fine this morning, so why did we turn out like this after visiting the Siheyuan? Do you think that girl did something?” Zhang Xiaoling kept thinking about this issue, and the more she thought, the more likely it seemed. Song Yan Ning was skilled in medical arts.
Yang Xin’er considered it, “It must be that girl, let’s go find her.” She was determined to make that girl cure her face; she didn’t want to keep looking like this.
“But… I’m afraid we might get immobilized again.” Zhang Xiaoling was still a little traumatized from the previous incident.
Yang Xin’er hesitated for a moment, “Let’s go find my dad; he will definitely have a way.” Song Yan Ning’s medical skills were taught by her father; how could he not cure them? She had been scared silly earlier, forgetting that she could directly seek help from her dad, thereby avoiding running into the gossipmonger Guan Yushuang.
Song Yan Ning and her party disembarked from the plane and saw a car already waiting for them at the airport.
“It’s my friend, I asked him to pick us up,” explained Liu Qingshan, waving at the person in the car. He had sent a message during the flight, asking him to join them in protecting the two youngsters.
“Qingshan, long time no see!” Zhang Dahai exited the car and strode forward with a laugh.
Liu Qingshan smiled and patted Zhang Dahai on the shoulder, “We’ll need your help this time.” Dahai, like him, was an Ancient Martial Cultivator, but he also had another identity – a Wizard. With him involved, Qingshan could be at ease.
“We are friends; there’s nothing troublesome about it. I’m delighted that you thought of me,” replied Zhang Dahai, looking at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, “Are these the ones you want to protect?”
“Mhm,” Liu Qingshan nodded.
Zhang Dahai scrutinized Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, surprise flickering in his eyes, “These two children are no ordinary people.” As a Wizard, he naturally had some spells and was adept at physiognomy. He could see a halo around these two children, a rare aura only possessed by true sovereigns. These children were undoubtedly destined for greatness.
“He is the Qin Family’s eldest grandson, Qin Yushen, and she is from the Song Family, Song Yan Ning,” Liu Qingshan introduced. Both the Qin and Song families were among the top in Beijing, so their descendants were certainly extraordinary.
“Let’s go to my place,” Zhang Dahai said as he opened the car door and got in.
“I’ll take shotgun; you two get in the back,” said Liu Qingshan, already making his way to the front seat. Qin Yushen and Song Yan Ning were kids and not suited for the front seat. Besides, he hadn’t seen Dahai in a long time and had plenty to catch up on.
Qin Yushen opened the back door and said to Song Yan Ning, “You get on first.”
“Okay.” Song Yan Ning unceremoniously got into the car.
Qin Yushen smiled and followed her in.
Zhang Dahai glanced at Qin Yushen and Song Yan Ning in the rearview mirror, then started the car, “Where are you heading this time?” Liu Qingshan had texted him only about helping and protecting the two children, without specifying the details.
“We are looking for the Golden Cicada Herb; we heard it grows in Jiyin Land,” Liu Qingshan replied. He wasn’t entirely sure what defined Jiyin Land.
“Screech!” A sudden brake sounded.
“What did you say? You want to go to Jiyin Land?” Zhang Dahai looked at Liu Qingshan with disbelief.
“Yes,” confirmed Liu Qingshan with a nod.
“Do you know what kind of place Jiyin Land is? Even I wouldn’t dare to take a step closer to there,” Zhang Dahai said, eyeing Liu Qingshan as if he were insane. Even if Liu Qingshan went alone, it would be a one-way trip, let alone bringing two children along.
“Is it really that dangerous?” Liu Qingshan frowned.
“Of course it’s dangerous. No one who has gone there has ever come back out. It’s a forbidden land in the Miao Border. I advise you not to go,” Zhang Dahai restarted the car.
Liu Qingshan pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, “Maybe we shouldn’t go.” He knew of Dahai’s capabilities, and if Dahai said it was dangerous, it certainly was fraught with peril.
“I want to see it,” Song Yan Ning spoke up. Jiyin Land was known for its abundance of Spirit Grass, which was greatly beneficial to her cultivation. She would not simply change her mind about something that could benefit her.
“Mhm,” Qin Yushen nodded in agreement. Even if Song Yan Ning didn’t go, he would. One reason was his grandmother’s illness; only the Golden Cicada Herb could cure her. Besides, cultivation was all about seeking opportunities amidst dangers.
“But it could cost you your lives,” Liu Qingshan earnestly advised. These children had not experienced danger and had little concept of it, but it was different for him and Dahai. They had faced countless dangers and still avoided some places.