Chapter 92: Ninety-two, I’ll carry you on my back Chapter 92: Ninety-two, I’ll carry you on my back Dr. Liu finished examining Zhang Xiaoling’s face and glanced at the medicine that had been prescribed by the previous doctor, “There’s nothing wrong with this medicine.”
“Then why is my face getting worse and worse?” Zhang Xiaoling asked anxiously. Could it be true that only Song Yan Ning could cure her face?
Dr. Liu shook his head, “I can’t be sure of the cause right now, why don’t you come to the hospital tomorrow, and I’ll examine you thoroughly.”
“Okay.” Zhang Xiaoling nodded.
“Mr. Song! Old Mrs. Song! I shall take my leave then.” Dr. Liu packed up his medicine box and nodded with a smile to the two of them.
“Butler, see Dr. Liu out,” Mr. Song instructed the butler beside him.
“Yes!” The butler responded respectfully, walked to Dr. Liu’s side, and led him towards the door, “Dr. Liu! This way, please!”
Zhang Xiaoling looked away, thought for a moment, and turned to Mr. Song, “Call Song Yan Ning for me, I need to ask her something.” She truly couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Do you not see what time it is now? Xiao Ning is already asleep, let’s call her tomorrow instead,” Mr. Song put down his teacup and got up to walk toward the stairs. He was genuinely angry about his wife’s and daughter-in-law’s decision to ask Xiao Ning for the return of the White Jade.
He had been eager to have Xiao Ning return to the Song Family, even willing to give her the family’s White Jade to do so, but his wife and daughter-in-law just did not understand his painstaking efforts, going so early in the morning to cause trouble for Xiao Ning. Now that things had turned out this way, they only had themselves to blame, but after all, they were his family.
“Give me her number, I’ll call her myself,” Zhang Xiaoling rose to follow Mr. Song. At first, she had thought it was just a common allergic reaction, but now the doctors’ medicine was not only ineffective, but the condition of her face was also worsening, and both Yang Lisheng and Dr. Liu seemed helpless. That ugly girl had truly been too cruel to use such underhanded tactics on her.
“Do you really think calling will make a difference?” Mr. Song stopped and looked at Zhang Xiaoling. Although he hadn’t known Xiao Ning for long, he could tell she was someone who would return respect with greater respect.
“It doesn’t matter if it helps or not, I need to call her and ask why she’s so heartless. No matter what, I am still her own grandmother, how could she do this to me?” Zhang Xiaoling became angrier the more she thought about it.
Mr. Song scoffed and continued walking upstairs. He had no desire to speak with her any longer, lest he lose control of his temper.
Watching Mr. Song’s retreating figure, Zhang Xiaoling’s fists slowly clenched, her face covered with acne now bore a sinister look, quite frightening to behold. Song Yan Ning, just you wait, I will not let you off. She refused to believe that she, an adult, couldn’t deal with a seven-year-old child.
Song Yan Ning had packed all her luggage into the Storage Bag, looking at the pouch-sized Storage Bag with a satisfied smile on her face, she fiddled with it for a while, then put the Storage Bag into her own pocket. With the Storage Bag, it was convenient; she would no longer need to carry bags big and small when she went out.
“Are you ready?” Qin Yushen’s voice came from outside the door.
Song Yan Ning walked forward, opened the door, and smiled at Qin Yushen outside, “I’m ready, let’s set off.” She had sprinkled some Medicine Powder in the food at dinner time, and by now, Liu Qingshan and Zhang Dahai should be sound asleep.
“Mm.” Qin Yushen nodded with a smile and walked with Song Yan Ning towards the outside.
The night was deep, and in the wilderness without streetlights, it was pitch-black, so dark one couldn’t see their own fingers.
“Can you see the road?” Qin Yushen turned his head to look at Song Yan Ning next to him. The darkness didn’t affect him at all, but he was unsure if Xiao Ning was the same.
“It’s alright,” Song Yan Ning could barely make out the path, though it wasn’t clear. She was only at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer now and didn’t have Divine Sense, so she had to rely on her eyes to see.
“Let me carry you, that way we can get there faster,” Qin Yushen said as he squatted down.
Song Yan Ning thought for a moment and felt that Qin Yushen made sense. She walked behind him, stretched out her arms to encircle his neck, and leaned on his back, “If you get tired, just put me down.”
Qin Yushen carried Song Yan Ning on his back, “With your little weight, how could I possibly get tired? I’m going to speed up now.”
As he spoke, he had already quickened his pace, and soon the silhouettes of the two had disappeared into the night.
The night breeze brushed lightly, and the sounds of animals emanated continuously from the forest, while rustling sounds suggested something crawling through the underbrush.
Song Yan Ning took out the Snake Medicine she had refined from her Storage Bag and sprinkled it over Qin Yushen and herself, “There are a lot of snakes here.” She was very sensitive to smells and could detect the fishy scent emitted by snakes.
“I know.” Qin Yushen’s Divine Sense had been vigilantly monitoring their surroundings, having already noticed the snakes in the bush. They were inching closer, looking to catch them off guard. However, upon catching the scent of Snake Medicine on them, they began to retreat slowly, although not very far, perhaps unwilling to give up.
“We’re approaching Jiyin Land soon.” Qin Yushen looked ahead at the mist-enshrouded woods not far away.
“Put me down.” Song Yan Ning gently tapped Qin Yushen’s shoulder.
Qin Yushen turned his head to look at Song Yan Ning, “The forest ahead is full of miasma; it would be very dangerous for you to get down.”
“I’m getting down to prepare Medicine Pills to defend against the miasma. Don’t forget, I’m a Divine Doctor.” Song Yan Ning cheekily made a face at Qin Yushen. Since the moment Qin Yushen gave her the Storage Bag, she had already let down her guard against him.
Qin Yushen’s lips curled slightly as he crouched down and set Song Yan Ning down from his back.
“Have you seen any purple plants around with seven leaves and root stems like snake skin?” Song Yan Ning asked. Qin Yushen, with his Divine Sense, could locate them more easily than she could.
Qin Yushen carefully scanned the surroundings with his Divine Sense, “Over there, I’ll go pick them for you. Don’t move from here.”
“Okay.” Song Yan Ning nodded.
Qin Yushen checked the surroundings once more with his Divine Sense to ensure there were no potential dangers and then quickly ran towards the direction where the seven-leaf purple gromwell grew.
Song Yan Ning took out other herbs and a mortar from her Storage Bag, putting the herbs into the mortar. This mortar was a birthday gift from her grandfather, which she treasured immensely, and she had brought it with her on this trip.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Qin Yushen returned with a large handful of seven-leaf purple gromwell. Even though it was safe, he was still not at ease leaving her alone here.
“That’s the one.” Song Yan Ning took the seven-leaf purple gromwell, combined it with the other herbs in the mortar, and began to grind them together.
“Do you need help?” Qin Yushen looked at the mortar in Song Yan Ning’s hands.
“No need, it’ll be quick.” Song Yan Ning shook her head, her hands continuously working.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Yan Ning handed a Medicine Pill to Qin Yushen, “Take this pill. It can protect against the miasma.”
Qin Yushen took the Medicine Pill and swallowed it without hesitation.
Once Song Yan Ning had also consumed a pill, Qin Yushen turned around and squatted in front of her, “Come on up.”