Rong Sinan looked at Fang Jingyi, then gently took her hand and said softly, "Let’s talk about everything after you recover, hm?"
Fang Jingyi, "..."
...
Although Rong Sinan ultimately didn’t agree to her request to et Rong Rui.
Afterwards, when Ning Wenqing ca in to examine her, Fang Jingyi seed afraid of upsetting Rong Sinan and cooperated very well.
Ning Wenqing took Fang Jingyi’s temperature, checked her over, and inford Rong Sinan.
Fang Jingyi has caught a cold, but it’s been dragging on for too long, making it more complex and severe than a typical cold.
He advised Fang Jingyi not to go outside recently, to avoid worsening her condition by catching a chill.
Subsequently, Ning Wenqing prescribed dication and instructed Luo Peiling to buy it from the hospital, and to take it on ti and in the right dosage.
In addition, special attention should be paid to maintaining a light diet.
Luo Peiling noted everything down.
Because Ning Wenqing had other matters at the dical institution and had co with Rong Sinan without driving.
So, Rong Sinan had to leave with him.
When Rong Sinan made his request to Fang Jingyi, she gazed at him eagerly, wanting to say sothing.
Rong Sinan lowered his gaze but didn’t give Fang Jingyi the opportunity to speak.
...
After leaving Fang Jingyi’s residence, Rong Sinan first sent Ning Wenqing back to the dical institution.
Before returning to the apartnt, he drove to the market, bought so fresh ingredients, put them in the car, and then drove back to the apartnt.
That noon, Rong Sinan personally cooked a table full of dishes.
Tang Yige and Rong Rui were pleasantly surprised and showed Rong Sinan their appreciation.
Though Rong Sinan had cooked plenty, Tang Yige and Rong Rui didn’t finish everything, but at least they cleared two-thirds.
After lunch, Tang Yige and Rong Rui left the table of leftovers and went to lie on the living room sofa.
Rong Sinan then tidied up with Zhang Lan.
"Sir, I could actually do all this on my own," Zhang Lan said with a smile.
"Two people make it faster." Rong Sinan replied with a slight smile.
Zhang Lan laughed, saying no more.
The two of them collected the plates and brought them into the kitchen.
Zhang Lan took out a clean bowl, turned off the gas on the stove, lifted the dicine pot, and poured a bowl. "Sir, here you go."
Rong Sinan took the bowl of dicine.
The strong scent of dicine wafted up, causing Rong Sinan’s sharp brows to furrow slightly.
Gazing at the dark liquid in the bowl, Rong Sinan softly asked Zhang Lan, "How long will this dicine need to be taken?"
"Yige said it needs to be taken for four consecutive courses. Each course lasting two months. About seven or eight months in total," Zhang Lan said with a sigh.
Rong Sinan’s brows furrowed deeply.
Zhang Lan glanced at Rong Sinan and comforted him, "There’s no choice, Yige’s physical condition is too frail. If taking it for seven or eight months can improve Yige’s health, it’s worth it."
Rong Sinan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded, "Hm."
Carrying the bowl, Rong Sinan strode toward the living room.
From afar, Tang Yige slled the familiar scent of dicine, causing her delicate brows to knit.
But as Rong Sinan approached, she quickly relaxed, sitting up straight from the sofa and looking at Rong Sinan with a gentle smile.
Rong Sinan sat down next to her, stirred the dicine with a toapoon, and once it felt less hot, only then did he take the spoon out and hand the bowl to Tang Yige.
Tang Yige took it without hesitation and tilted her head back, gulping it down.
Rong Rui, lying on the sofa next to her, watched Yige drink, seeing her throat move, and his pale face scrunched up.
As if he could feel the harsh bitterness of the dicine!
After drinking, Tang Yige had just moved the bowl away from her lips when, suddenly, sothing was stuffed into her mouth by Rong Sinan.
Tang Yige’s eyes widened, instinctively wanting to spit it out.
"It’s a candied fruit."
Rong Sinan instinctively covered her mouth.
Tang Yige, "..." Her face flushed hot, embarrassingly accepting the candied fruit back into her mouth.
Only then did Rong Sinan remove his hand, "In the future, have so candied fruit after taking dicine, and it won’t taste so bitter."
Tang Yige looked at Rong Sinan, touched by his gesture, "It’s not that bitter, I can accept it."
Rong Sinan patted her head, stood up, and returned the bowl to the kitchen.
Tang Yige leaned on the sofa, watching Rong Sinan’s upright back.
Her hands unintentionally rested gently on her belly.
She hadn’t told the truth!
She had been drinking the dicine for over half a month; it wasn’t actually for health maintenance, but brewed from the fertility-promoting prescription that Jin Jumo had given her.
Tang Yige rembered.
Jin Jumo had said that this fertility-promoting prescription was very effective.
Tang Yige pursed her lips, and inexplicably the blush on her face deepened.
...
Since being discharged, Tang Yige felt that every day spent with Rong Sinan and Rong Rui flew by.
Unknowingly, it was already New Year’s Eve.
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