The wait at the hospital was long.
Little Bao, weak and dizzy, slept in Lin Fan's arms. He trusted Lin Fan implicitly, more than anyone else in his life. Even his own father wasn't as close to him as Lin Fan.
Lin Fan touched Little Bao's forehead.
It was burning hot.
Even his face was flushed.
"Is this your son?" an elderly man holding a child asked.
"No, he's my good friend."
"That's nice. A child at heart. Making friends with young people keeps you young at heart too." The elderly man could tell at a glance that this child wasn't ordinary. Otherwise, who would go out with bodyguards? It looked a bit intimidating.
Lin Fan smiled.
"Young man, you look familiar. I think I've seen you somewhere."
"Really?"
"Hmm, maybe I'm just imagining things. It's a bit cold these days, children easily catch colds and fevers. It's tough on them."
"Yes, it is."
Lin Fan chatted with the elderly man. Although they hadn't met before, it didn't stop their small talk. He enjoyed interacting with others. Maybe there wasn't any tangible benefit, but that wasn't important. Through conversation, he could convey friendly feelings, making society a little bit better.
At that moment, Little Bao, nestled in Lin Fan's arms, furrowed his brow. He seemed to be in a lot of discomfort.
Lin Fan soothed him, his heart aching.
He glanced at Old Zhang…
Hmm, on second thought, he decided against it. He knew Old Zhang's skills well. Sometimes, acupuncture could go wrong, and he didn't want any mistakes to happen to Little Bao.
Otherwise… it would be truly heartbreaking.
"Ginseng, do you have a solution?" Lin Fan asked.
Ginseng, perched on the Demonic Rooster, looked up and said, "Yes, but I'm a treasure trove of medicinal properties. My potency is quite strong. He's just a child, doesn't cultivate, and could easily be overwhelmed. But a bit of my saliva, diluted with water, should do the trick."
The Demonic Rooster was the most sensitive to the mention of saliva.
Sure enough, Ginseng noticed the Demonic Rooster trembling. It wasn't fear, nor shock, but pure greed. He gripped its feathers, threatening, "Chicken bro, don't make your Ginseng bro recall unpleasant memories, or you're finished."
"Cluck, cluck!"
The Demonic Rooster squawked, as if saying, "Don't misunderstand, I just twitched a bit, that's all."
Its love for Ginseng was true.
It longed to envelop Ginseng's mouth again, like in the trunk of the car, greedily sucking, preferably until it ruptured his main artery. That would be a true prize.
Lin Fan turned to the bodyguards. "Could you please get some warm water? Thank you."
The bodyguards were flattered by Lin Fan's politeness. They knew who he was: Lin Shen, their true idol.
Indeed, only exceptional people could associate with other exceptional people.
Just like their young master, who was very exceptional.
That's why their young master had such a good relationship with Lin Shen.
"Young man, where did you buy this? This ginseng is a spirit!" the elderly man exclaimed, his eyes wide. He had never seen anything like this. Although demonic creatures were spirits, they were still quite different from a ginseng spirit.
"I didn't buy him. He's my pet, and also a very good friend," Lin Fan said with a smile.
If Ginseng were left out in the open, everyone would fight over him.
Without the protection of a strong individual, he wouldn't even leave a trace behind.
By Lin Fan's side, his safety was guaranteed.
Anyone who dared to harm him would be asking for a beating. Of course, charity begins at home. Only the Demonic Rooster had enjoyed the greatest benefits of Ginseng's essence. Master Yongxin, Lin Daoming, and Liu Ying had to make do with picking up his snot, urine, bathwater, and other such things to satisfy their needs.
Soon, the bodyguards returned with a cup of warm water.
The elderly man watched curiously, eager to ask the young man what was going on.
"Ginseng, please," Lin Fan said with a smile.
What could Ginseng say? If it were anyone else, he would have kicked them away. Getting Ginseng to offer his saliva wasn't easy. It required a price.
But who was this before him…?
It was his beloved master! His words were absolute commands, and he had to perform flawlessly, or he wouldn't be living up to his name.
Ah... my leg! (This likely expresses a feeling of reluctance, like biting the bullet)
Ginseng spat some saliva into the warm water.
It was a difficult process.
Little Bao was just a child, and controlling the dosage was a delicate matter. But for Master Ginseng, it was no problem at all.
A trivial matter.
Not even worth mentioning.
The bodyguards were stunned by the scene. They couldn't understand what Lin Fan and Ginseng were doing. Recalling the sequence of events:
They brought the warm water.
The talking ginseng spat into it.
And according to Lin Shen… this could cure illness?
"Little Bao, drink this and you'll be fine," Lin Fan said softly.
Little Bao woke up groggily. He had absolute trust in Lin Fan. He opened his mouth and gulped down the water.
The elderly man worriedly said, "Young man, where did you hear about this folk remedy? You can't just try anything. Children are delicate, their resistance is low. If something goes wrong, it could be serious. Although we're at the hospital, sometimes danger comes quickly, in the blink of an eye."
The elderly man was clearly kind-hearted. When he encountered strange things like this, he would speak up, worried that young people lacked experience and proper care when it came to children.
Just as the elderly man was about to share his years of experience caring for his grandson, an astonishing scene unfolded.
Little Bao, who had been listless, suddenly opened his eyes, full of energy. He looked completely recovered.
"Little Bao, how do you feel?" Lin Fan asked.
"I feel great! I don't feel bad at all!" Little Bao said excitedly. He hated being sick. Whenever he was ill, he felt weak and had no energy, even for his favorite foods.
Lin Fan smiled. "Then come down and walk around a bit."
"No, I want you to hold me," Little Bao shook his head, clinging to Lin Fan's arms. He loved being held by Lin Fan, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
Lin Fan stroked Little Bao's head.
"Be good. You've just recovered, you need to move around a bit."
Having no choice, Little Bao left Lin Fan's arms and stood there, wiggling his waist and swinging his arms, full of energy, showing no signs of illness.
Ginseng sighed inwardly.
Slaughtering a chicken with a butcher's knife… no, that's not the right analogy. It was more like overkill. Just that tiny bit of his saliva, so many people would be fighting to drink it.
If someone were hacked seventeen or eighteen times, or, say, castrated, regrowth might be impossible, but his saliva could definitely stop the bleeding.
Its effects were unparalleled.