Chapter 869: Adorable Little Patient

Chapter 869: Chapter 869: Adorable Little Patient

I didn’t expect that even though Dr. Yang looks thin, his build is actually so strong. He can scoop someone up with one hand, then press them onto the bed and go crazy...

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu’s face flushed again. She hurriedly pulled the quilt over and covered her head, her heart pounding like a drum.

After quite a while, she finally poked her head out from under the quilt, the corners of her lips slightly lifted, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

In another two days, she could also do that kind of thing with Dr. Yang. She’d heard it feels really good.

Thinking of Yang Cheng, Jiang Yu’s face was all sweetness as she drifted off into dreamland.

...

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Yang Cheng opened his eyes to see Feng Jiuge curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, her breathing even, sleeping soundly.

After they came back from Jiang Yu’s room last night, Feng Jiuge had clung to him and tormented him for quite a while, and only fell into a deep sleep when it was almost light.

Yang Cheng carefully got up, put on his clothes, and walked out the door.

In the courtyard, the Jiang Family’s servants had already begun their work. Seeing him come out, they hurriedly bowed and greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Yang. Breakfast will take a bit longer. Would you like some tea first?"

"No need. Where’s the kitchen? I brought some herbs and need to decoct some medicine for Miss Jiang."

Yang Cheng waved his hand and followed the servant to the kitchen.

The Jiang Family’s kitchen was very large, fully equipped with stoves, chopping boards, pots, bowls, and utensils. Two cooks were preparing breakfast, and when they saw him come in, they looked a bit at a loss.

"You go on with what you’re doing. I just need one stove."

Yang Cheng said with a smile, then took out the prepared herbs from his storage space. Dozens of herbs piled up to cover an entire table, and the kitchen was instantly filled with a rich medicinal aroma.

Yang Cheng first weighed each herb out according to proportion, then put them into the pot, added an appropriate amount of water, and began slow boiling over a low flame.

Decoction is meticulous work; the heat, time, and water level all need to be precisely controlled—off by even a little won’t do.

He focused all his attention on the medicinal liquid in the pot, adjusting the flame from time to time and gently stirring with a long ladle.

As time passed, the decoction gradually grew thicker, its color changing from pale yellow to dark brown. The medicinal fragrance grew stronger and stronger, filling the entire kitchen and even wafting into the front hall.

"Such a strong medicinal smell."

Jiang Heping had just gotten up and followed the scent to the kitchen. Seeing Yang Cheng standing at the stove decocting medicine, he froze for a moment.

"Mr. Yang, you’re up so early? You could have left this kind of thing to the servants. There’s no need for you to do it yourself."

"Miss Jiang’s medicine needs very precise control of the heat. I don’t feel at ease leaving it to the servants."

Yang Cheng said without turning his head.

Looking at his focused profile, Jiang Heping felt a warmth rise in his heart.

Although he had given the Sun Essence Gold, now that the item was already in Yang Cheng’s hands, even if Yang Cheng refused to treat her, he would have no way to force him. He hadn’t expected Yang Cheng to take it so seriously.

"Mr. Yang, thank you for your hard work."

He said sincerely, then turned and left the kitchen.

Another half an hour passed, and when the medicinal liquid in the pot turned slightly viscous, Yang Cheng put out the fire, scooped the decoction into a bowl with a long ladle, added a bit of honey to blend it, and then carried the bowl out of the kitchen.

When he arrived at the dining room, Feng Jiuge and Jiang Yu were already seated at the table.

Seeing Yang Cheng come in, Feng Jiuge’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a meaningful smile, as if still savoring last night.

Beside her, Jiang Yu’s cheeks were flushed, her face shy as she didn’t dare look at him. Because last night she’d had a dream—in the dream, the person pressed under Yang Cheng had become her.

She hadn’t expected herself to dream something like that, and after waking up in the morning, she’d berated herself for a long time.

"Miss Jiang, drink the medicine first before you eat."

Yang Cheng set the bowl of decoction in front of Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu lifted her head, and seeing the inky-black decoction in the bowl, her willow brows furrowed slightly. "Dr. Yang, will this medicine be very bitter?"

"Good medicine is bitter, but I added honey for you. It shouldn’t be too hard to drink."

Yang Cheng said with a smile.

Jiang Yu bit her lip, picked up the bowl, and cautiously took a small sip.

The decoction entered her mouth with a burst of intense bitterness, followed by a surge of sweetness that rose up, carrying a faint herbal fragrance. It wasn’t exactly tasty, but not so bad that she couldn’t swallow it.

She took a deep breath and tilted her head back, finishing the entire bowl in one go.

"So bitter..."

Jiang Yu scrunched up her little face and stuck out her tongue, hastily picking up the glass of water next to her for a gulp.

"Good medicine is bitter but beneficial to the illness. Endure it for a bit and it’ll be over."

Yang Cheng handed her a candied fruit with a smile.

Jiang Yu took the candied fruit and popped it into her mouth. As the sweetness overwhelmed the bitterness, her knitted brows finally relaxed.

After breakfast, Yang Cheng checked Jiang Yu’s body again. Her pulse was even more stable than yesterday, and the Rabbit Source Qi in her body was being suppressed very well, showing no signs of agitation.

"Not bad. You’re recovering very fast. At this rate, we should be able to start treatment ahead of schedule."

Yang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

Jiang Yu’s eyes lit up. She looked at Yang Cheng, hesitating to speak.

"What is it?"

Seeing her like this, Yang Cheng thought she was nervous, and made his tone as gentle as possible.

"Dr. Yang, I...I want you to go out shopping with me again today."

Jiang Yu lowered her head, her voice soft and small. "I know this might be asking a bit too much, but I really haven’t been this happy in a long time. Going out with you yesterday, I was really, really happy."

She lifted her head, her beautiful eyes full of hope and pleading, like a pitiful little puppy that one couldn’t bear to refuse.

Seeing her like that, Yang Cheng’s heart softened. Smiling, he said, "Alright. I don’t have much to do today anyway. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you."

"Really?"

Jiang Yu’s eyes lit up instantly, her whole being bubbling with excitement.

"Of course. But it depends on whether your body can handle it. If you feel unwell, we’ll come straight back."

"I can handle it! I promise!"

Jiang Yu said quickly, afraid Yang Cheng would change his mind. She turned to look at Feng Jiuge beside her. "Sister Feng, are you coming with us too?"

Feng Jiuge was about to nod when Jiang Yu leaned close to her ear and lowered her voice. "Sister Feng, could you...could you not come? I want to spend some time alone with Dr. Yang to build up our feelings. Otherwise, I won’t be able to accept doing that kind of thing with a man who feels like a stranger..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, her cheeks flushing as red as a ripe apple.

Feng Jiuge was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of her lips lifted into a meaningful smile.

This little girl was surprisingly straightforward.

She glanced at Yang Cheng and said, "I wore myself out yesterday. I want to rest in my room today. You two go ahead."

"Thank you, sister."

Jiang Yu said with her eyes crinkling, then hurriedly grabbed Yang Cheng’s hand and tugged him outward. "Dr. Yang, let’s go quickly!"

Yang Cheng gave Feng Jiuge a somewhat helpless look. Feng Jiuge raised her brows at him, her gaze clearly saying: Take good care of your little patient—don’t let down her feelings.

The two of them walked out the Jiang Family’s main gate. The sun was just right, and the breeze was mild.

Today, Jiang Yu was wearing a white dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and a light-colored straw hat perched on her head. She looked fresh and elegant, like a white magnolia just beginning to bloom.