Qiao Yutong knew it was sent by Song Xiaodong, and suddenly started laughing. She picked up her phone and called Song Xiaodong.
"Cough cough cough..." Before Qiao Yutong could say anything, a violent coughing fit from Song Xiaodong ca through the receiver.
"I got the dicine. What’s up with you? Caught a cold?" Qiao Yutong asked him.
"No, no, I choked." Song Xiaodong finally caught his breath and answered.
"Choked on what?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"It’s nothing, I was doing Alchemy this afternoon and got smoked out. The storeroom is still full of smoke, next ti I really should install a range hood." Song Xiaodong said on the other end of the line.
"Hahahaha, a range hood, seriously? Are you making dicine or stir-frying veggies?" Qiao Yutong laughed so hard her whole body was shaking as she spoke to him.
"Making dicine and cooking are interconnected—ever heard of dicinal cuisine?" Song Xiaodong was about to launch into a lecture again.
"Alright, alright, stop giving a class. Thanks anyway." Qiao Yutong said.
"Director Qiao, you always just thank with your mouth. If you really want to thank , then devote your body to ." Song Xiaodong said.
"You’re talking about devoting one’s body every day. You already have so many wives, would you even care about one more ?" Qiao Yutong said.
"Of course I’d care. I may have many wives, but every single one is a treasure, each one is unique, and I dote on all of them!"
"Sweet talker!"
Chapter 1976 Forgot to Clean the Pot
"But this dicine of yours, it’s so black, really black. It looks pretty scary." Qiao Yutong stared blankly at the pile of variously sized, oddly shaped Chinese dicine pills.
"Good dicine tastes bitter. It’s ugly, yeah, but just make do and eat it. It regulates yin and yang, warms the womb and clears stasis, it’s specifically for people who’ve gone without a sex life for a long ti!" Song Xiaodong said.
"Shut up!"
"The weather wasn’t great this afternoon, low air pressure, no ventilation, so the dicine got smoked black." Song Xiaodong said.
"How did you even make this stuff? The more you talk, the less reassured I feel." Qiao Yutong said.
"One pill for beauty and skincare, two pills to look ten years younger, three pills for immortality. I’m telling you, don’t underestimate these dicine pills. I specially matched them according to your constitution; all the ingredients are precious herbs. It’s a prescription I designed just for you, and I even gave it a na—the Warming Palace Cold Dispelling Prescription. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?" Song Xiaodong asked her.
"Wow, Xiaodong, you’re using as a guinea pig? You’ve never used this dicine on anyone before, have you?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"You actually doubt my dical skill? I can even cure cerebral hemorrhage, let alone a bit of cold in the womb. Just take it with no worries. But it might taste a bit nasty. Take it with warm boiled water. While you’re on the dicine, you basically can’t eat anything spicy or stimulating. Just drink porridge and eat pickles every day." Song Xiaodong instructed.
"Ugh—" Qiao Yutong let out a reluctant groan.
"Follow doctor’s orders!" Song Xiaodong said.
"Mm... are you free tonight?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"What for? You finally figured it out and decided to devote your body to ?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Pfft! In your dreams. I gave you a chance and you didn’t cherish it." Qiao Yutong spat at him verbally.
"Then what do you want?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Treat you to dinner, as a reward for successfully pissing off!" Qiao Yutong said grumpily.
"Oh wow, really? That nice?" Song Xiaodong said.
"Cut the crap, are you coming or not?" Qiao Yutong asked.
"You co pick up then." Song Xiaodong asked with a mischievous grin.
"I... fine!"
"Oh right, how about I let my disciple et you today?" Song Xiaodong asked Qiao Yutong.
"Your disciple?"
"Yeah, Lu Yaobing. I ntioned her yesterday. I’ll have her take a look at your scar."
"Mm... sure."
Song Xiaodong then called Lu Yaobing.
"Master, I thought you’d forgotten about !" Lu Yaobing complained to him.
"How could I? How could your master ever forget his good little disciple?"
"Master, you suddenly looking for , sothing up?" Lu Yaobing asked.
"What, your master can’t look for you if there’s nothing going on? I can’t push you a bit on your studies?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Of course you can, but when there’s nothing going on, you have literally never contacted , Master!" Lu Yaobing said.
Song Xiaodong thought about it and felt she had a point.
"Let ask you, how’s your acupuncture practice coming along?" he said.
"Brought to the point of perfection, surpassing the master." Lu Yaobing replied.
"Who did you learn that slick talk from?" Song Xiaodong criticized.
"From you, Master!"
"I actually do have sothing for you." Song Xiaodong said.
"What is it?" Lu Yaobing asked.
"A patient."
"Master, don’t joke with . What kind of illness needs a disciple like to see? With you around, what do you need for?" Lu Yaobing said.
"Uh... the situation’s a bit special, not easy to explain. Seven tonight, co to **** Hotel, we’ll talk in person." Song Xiaodong said.
"What, Master, you’re treating to dinner?" Lu Yaobing asked him with a chuckle.
"Since when do disciples freeload off their masters? It should be you as the disciple properly supporting and serving your master." Song Xiaodong said.
"Master has all those mistresses to take care of you, where would it ever be my turn!" Lu Yaobing said in a wounded tone.
"Alright, I’m not the one treating you. It’s the patient treating the two of us to dinner." Song Xiaodong said.
"What kind of patient needs both master and disciple to go into battle together?" Lu Yaobing asked.
"You’ll find out when you get there."
Qiao Yutong drove a police car to pick up Song Xiaodong.
"Director Qiao, you’re doing this on purpose, right? Coming in a police car, siren blaring—are you here to arrest ? What are the neighbors supposed to think of ?" Song Xiaodong glared at her and complained.
Qiao Yutong opened the car door, slapped her hand on it, and gave him a wicked grin.
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