After a while, Zhang Xiaohua came out with a slightly pale face, holding a small white jade piece in his hand. He handed it to Ji Xiaohua and said, "Ji Xiaohua, this is the reward for giving my Huanhuan. Oh, don't refuse it. You must accept this. I've just told your mother that I don't have any elixirs to cure her illness, but I suddenly remembered that I have an old jade stone that can dispel diseases."
Then, he said to Madam Zhang, "This jade stone is not expensive, but it is very good for the human body. If you can wear it every day, I believe that with the doctor's treatment, you will get better day by day."
Hearing this, Ji Xiaohua couldn't take his eyes off the jade stone in Zhang Xiaohua's hand. His greatest wish was to cure his mother's illness. Since this young master gave the jade stone to him, there must be a reason. He wouldn't deceive him for nothing. As for Madam Zhang, she looked at the jade stone, then at her son, and couldn't find the courage to refuse.
