Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 234: Here comes Old Master Bai number 234.

Chapter 234: Here comes Old Master Bai number 234.

Director Tang’s operation had everyone present clamping their mouths shut.

Mmm, having roasted those people, his mood was incredibly good~ Time to go upstairs and pick up the kid to head home~

Meanwhile, at the Food Supplement Shop, Old Master Bai arrived belatedly.

The man in his sixties or seventies was dressed in a wide-sleeved, ample cotton robe, his full head of silver hair meticulously combed and coiled into a topknot, secured with a jade pin. With white hair and beard, the old man’s face coupled with his ancient attire exuded an air of an immortally tranquil sage.

Chu Fengteng bowed in greeting, "Master."

Old Master Bai lifted his eyelids and glanced at his apprentice, "It’s been a long time, Fengteng has grown taller."

Amidst the pleasantries, Yan Yueqing belatedly realized that these two master and disciple looked as though they had just crossed over from ancient times, both with long hair styled in topknots and their garments closely resembling ancient attire, carrying a profound sense of a fateful lineage.

Old Master Bai gave Yan Yueqing a look, his expression somewhat complex, "Miss Yan, please take a seat, and I will take your pulse."

"Ah?" Yan Yueqing was stunned, "Check me? Old Master, the reason you were asked to come is to—"

"The noble son’s illness still requires us to find the cause from Miss Yan’s body."

Chu Fengteng translated, "Aunt Xiaoxing, my master practices both medicine and daoism, and if he says so, there must be a reason. Please just follow his advice."

"Oh, okay." Yan Yueqing obediently sat down and extended her hand.

Old Master Bai touched her pulse with his fingers. His white eyebrows first furrowed deeply, then relaxed and smoothed out.

Taking a pulse was easy, but reading a person’s appearance was difficult.

After examining the person before him carefully, the old master withdrew his hand and asked his disciple, "Fengteng, have you read Miss Yan’s pulse?"

"To report to Master, I have had the experience of taking her pulse," replied Chu Fengteng courteously.

"In your opinion, what is your conclusion?"

Chu Fengteng thought for a moment, "Uneven Vital Qi."

Old Master Bai nodded and then asked, "Why is it not phlegm muddling the mind?"

"If it were a common ailment, I would diagnose it as phlegm muddling the mind, then prescribe Calming Spirit Soup for adjustment, followed by a Vital Qi formula to replenish vitality and Qi."

Chu Fengteng was like a student being tested, answering very obediently, "But I happen to know the patient and am aware of her usual conduct. Therefore, I judged it to be Uneven Vital Qi, which common medicinal stones would struggle to treat."

Old Master Bai stroked his long beard, seemingly very pleased with his reply, "Although it’s a coincidence, it’s also fate. For Fengteng to encounter such complicated and rare diseases at a young age and to increase his experience, it’s quite a fortune."

"Thank you for the instruction, Master."

Yan Yueqing had not understood anything the entire time.

What is Uneven Vital Qi, phlegm muddling the mind?

It felt like... this Old Master Bai... seemed to know her deepest secret?!

Indeed, Old Master Bai turned his amiable gaze toward her, "In my humble opinion, Miss Yan left many years ago, and only recently have the conditions been right for her return. However, what is decreed by heaven cannot be changed by human efforts, and if someone goes against this, surely a great price has been paid."

A great... price?

A thunderous realization in Yan Yueqing’s mind seemed to push many fragmented memories that had been blocked in a distant time and space, all struggling to come back.

Before her eyes, suddenly everything went blank, a shattered figure becoming the only color in a world of snow-white.

"Ah Xing, don’t sleep."

"There’s still someone waiting for you..."

"I’ll take you home."

She suddenly clutched her head, a sharp pain spreading from her temples to the depths of her heart!

"Mom!" Jun Yan was the first to rush to her side.

Yan Wang’s face changed color as he ran over to her.

Jiang Chuanning quickly approached to support her swaying body.

The severe and suffocating pain seemed to tear something apart within her, wrapping around her heart and making it difficult to breathe.

The seed in her heart, emitting a faint glow from the cracks, absorbed all her fragmented memories and the persistent pain like a whirlpool!

Slowly, it sprouted new growth.

Yan Yueqing regained consciousness, the pain had come quickly and left just as suddenly. She straightened up, "I apologize for losing my composure just now."

Old Master Bai did some calculations and said meaningfully, "The word ’destiny’ is truly indescribable."

Jiang Chuanning asked with concern, "Doctor Bai, what happened to Yueqing?"

Bai Shu shook his head, his expression that of a mystic sage, his words enigmatic, "Miss Yan is someone blessed with great fortune, protected by others as she is. She should cherish the opportunity to return and do more good deeds to repay the blessings."

Yan Yueqing didn’t quite understand, but she vaguely sensed something—that her return had come at a great price paid by someone else!

Who could pay such a great price for her?

The first person she thought of was Su Zihu!

Could it be that Zihu’s death in the explosion had another reason?

She slowly covered her heart. Could that seed have something to do with Zihu?

She even entertained a far-fetched idea: once the seed grew, could it somehow bring her Zihu back?

System: Aren’t you going to thank Grandpa Bai quickly?!

With a single sentence, it brought back two hundred Chapters’ worth of effort onto the right track!

Thank you!

Your elderliness is indeed wonderful.

After pondering for a moment, she refocused her thoughts on her son, "Thank you for your guidance, Old Master! Yueqing will definitely keep your teachings in mind and do more good deeds!"

Seeing Old Master Bai nod in satisfaction, she continued, "I asked you here today to examine my son’s health, he—"

"The person who tied the bell must also untie it," Old Master Bai waved his hand, "Your young master’s illness is no ordinary ailment; it stems from a deficiency in Vital Qi."

"What does ’deficiency in Vital Qi’ mean?"

"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed," the sage-like demeanor returned to the old master, "Your young master simply needs to strengthen his body; there’s no need to torment himself with other medicines. All medicines have their toxins, and a deficiency in Vital Qi can’t be remedied by a weak body. Long-term medication is rather harmful, and everything must await ’opportunity’."

Great!

It’s as if you said nothing at all!

But Yan Wang understood; this old gentleman seemed to be a man of great abilities.

He obediently imitated Brother Fengteng and made a bowing gesture, "Thank you, Grandpa Bai, for your guidance."

Yan Yueqing frowned, "If we stop the medication and my baby has a relapse—"

Hey! Something’s not right!

She seemed to realize something?!

Her son did often fall ill before, especially during the change of seasons, usually appearing extremely frail.

But ever since she had brought her son out of the hospital, they had participated in reality shows and traveled to Magic Capital in City C, not to mention taking planes and high-speed trains... and her baby hadn’t suffered a single bout of illness?!

His complexion was still much paler than the average child’s, his body thin and frail.

But his spirit had improved considerably! He no longer seemed to be troubled by illness!

Could it be... her return could also affect her baby’s recovery?

Thinking there might be a possibility, she squatted down in uncontrollable joy and touched her baby’s little face, her gaze affectionate and tender, "Grandpa Bai is right, all medicines have their toxins. If it’s not necessary, let’s stop taking them, shall we?"

Yan Wang nodded his head, his black eyes soft and charming like pearls, "Mm, I’ll listen to Mom."

Jun Yan was a bit jealous.

But then again, who could blame him? Being ill was no fun at all, so he’d just grudgingly give in a little.