This jade ring was his most precious thing. Before his death, his grandmother put it into his palm and asked him to give it to her future grandson-in-law. She also said not to underestimate this jade ring. This was not an ordinary jade ring. It was fate. , you will naturally understand the magical function of Yuhuan.
Some words don't need to be said, people with similar minds will understand them.
Yuan Qiu has never been a slow person. On the contrary, she is very sensitive. Perhaps it has something to do with her extra life. She has always understood Zimo's intentions and is just pretending to be stupid.
The night before the opening of the Medicinal Food Restaurant, the moon was dim and the night wind was cold. Under the cold moon, Zimo got into a carriage. Around the carriage stood eight men in black with long swords on their waists. His expression was serious and indifferent.
He opened the curtain inside the carriage and said to Yuan Qiu and Yuan Hao who were escorting him out: "You go in. When I finish my work, I will definitely come back and wait for me."
Yuan Hao's eyes turned red and tears rolled down his face. After just a few months of getting along, Zimo was already like a family member in his heart. He couldn't bear to leave Zimo.
"Yuan Hao, don't cry. You are a man. You must take good care of your sister and remember our agreement." Zimo's nose turned sore and he turned to look at Yuan Qiu. Under the clear moonlight, Yuan Qiu just stood quietly. , without saying a word, as holy and bright as a fairy in the moon.
"Yuanqiu, take care!!"
Yuan Qiu nodded, with a clear smile and bright eyes: "Take care, too, and always remember that your life is not yours, it is mine. Don't get hurt again."
Zimo curled his lips: "Remember my name, Zhu Yan, my name is Zhu Yan."
The carriage drove away, bringing with it a gust of cold wind, like a knife cutting the face, but it kept cutting, the entanglement of the heart and thoughts.
Looking at the dark shadow that was getting further away, she murmured the unfamiliar name: "Zhu Yan, Zhu Yan—"
The medicinal food restaurant opened. The first table of guests in the restaurant was Chen Zhixian and his wife with their eldest son and young daughter. Yuan Qiu personally served Chen Zhixian and made several medicated meals suitable for Chen Zhixian and his wife to replenish their bodies. The five-grain rice with sweet corn soup was a favorite of the whole family.
Mrs. Chen specially invited Yuan Qiu to the table, holding her hand and refusing to let go: "We haven't seen each other for a few months, and Yuan Qiu is really getting more and more beautiful."
Yuan Qiu took her pulse and saw that it was calm. He couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that Madam has indeed been following my prescription to regulate her body in the past few months."
Mrs. Chen nodded with a smile: "Yes, I listened to your advice on diet and daily life, and it turned out to be much better. Even the doctors who saw me found it incredible. At first, they diagnosed me as weak and unable to have children. Maybe, but now they have all overturned the previous diagnosis and said that they saw a miracle happen in me."
Chen Zhixian laughed heartily: "I said at that time that it was because your medical skills were not good, and you still talked about miracles. It was simply funny."
Mrs. Chen patted Yuan Qiu's hand and sighed: "Thank you so much. If you hadn't arrived in time that day, both my child and I would have died."
Yuan Qiu smiled slightly and said modestly: "As a doctor, I just did my duty, no need to say thank you."
The young man sitting next to Chen Zhixian has not left his eyes for a moment since Yuan Qiu entered the door. Inquiring, doubtful, and curious, his eyes representing various emotions have been wandering around Yuan Qiu moment by moment.
"Is this the little doctor who cut open my throat?" Chen Mingjie raised his eyebrows and stared at Yuan Qiu. He was still somewhat unclear about Yuan Qiu's medical skills.