After taking his pulse carefully, he wanted to scratch his head. However, it was a little inappropriate to do such a thing in front of this master. He could only place his hand unnaturally on his beard. After touching it twice, he sighed and said, "Master Cheng, your pulse is not too good. I'm useless. I can only help you suppress it temporarily. I still need to find Doctor Qiu as soon as possible."
The Doctor Qiu that he was talking about was known as the Miraculous Physician in the medical field. He once said that there was no illness in this world that he could not treat.
Despite such arrogant words, he really did it.
It was just that his whereabouts were uncertain and extremely difficult to find.
Yan Cheng casually waved his hand and said, "It's fine. It's an old problem."
After returning to the Song family, Song Jiaren walked to the fountain in the garden and sat down. This corner was where the Host came back when she was hurt.
Now that she was sitting here, she seemed to have merged with the Host.
Song Chuyan came to this place with great familiarity. He saw a huge figure sitting in a corner, but she was still eye-catching.
He walked over and said, "What's wrong with you today?"
"You—"
He looked at Song Jiaren, who had turned around, and his unfinished words were stuck in his throat.
Song Jiaren's face was full of tears, and the sorrow in her eyes was almost overflowing.
Seeing her like this, Song Chuyan pursed his lips and said, "Is it worth it for a man? Useless."
Song Jiaren didn't want to cry, but she couldn't stop her tears from flowing out. This was because the Host's emotions were controlling this body. Song Jiaren couldn't help but think, was the Host really dead?
She carelessly wiped the tears from her face and said, "Don't mind my business."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she choked on a sob.
Song Chuyan had a conflicted look in his eyes. After a long while, he sighed, took off his coat, threw it over her head, and turned to leave.
Song Yoyo, who had just returned, saw this scene. She clenched her fists tightly with her nails digging into her palms as she looked at Song Jiaren with hatred. This damn fatty, why wasn't she dead yet?
Panic filled her. Things seemed different since yesterday.
It had only been a day, and this damned fatty had already made Song Chuyan's heart soften towards her. No, she absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen.
Song Yoyo pinched her thigh. Because of the pain, her eyes instantly turned red and she looked at Song Chuyan pitifully.
Song Jiaren adjusted her mood and returned to her room. The things she bought had already been sent to her room. Luckily, the room was big enough. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to store so many things.
After arranging the herbs and instruments neatly, she looked at her things with satisfaction. Her gaze shifted and landed on the jacket on the sofa.
Song Chuyan…
Her younger brother seemed to be quite kind, but why was he so cold towards Song Jiaren, his biological sister?
She took out the bottle Song Yoyo had left behind and started to run the test. Before the test was done, she heard knocking on the door.
She opened the door and saw Song Chuyan standing outside with a cold look on his face.
Song Jiaren looked confused. What was going on?
"Did you make things difficult for Yoyo this morning because I didn't bring you any milk?"
Song Jiaren finally understood. Someone had complained.
"Yeah, why?" He wouldn't believe her anyway, so she might as well admit it.
Song Chuyan looked at her with disgust and said, "You're still so unrepentant. To think that I thought you—"
"What did you think of me? Haven't I always been a terrible person in your heart?" Song Jiaren said directly.
Song Chuyan paused for a moment and said, "Don't make things difficult for Yoyo in the future, or I won't be polite."
As Song Jiaren looked at him, she felt a familiar stabbing pain in her mind. Then, her legs went soft and she fell backward.
Song Chuyan's expression was filled with panic.
Song Yoyo's voice sounded from behind, "Chuyan, you're too harsh. Otherwise, our sister wouldn't have fainted."
These words made Song Chuyan's movements slow down by a beat. He felt that Song Jiaren was faking it. His distraction caused Song Jiaren to directly fall to the ground. Her heavy body made a loud sound when it hit the ground.
Song Chuyan said coldly, "Get up quickly. I don't have time to play such tricks with you."