C20 (1/2)

Xiong Yu was fast enough, when Fat Sister-in-Law just reached Zhong Lingyan, he had already rushed up to the third floor and shouted: ”Fat Sister-in-Law, you cannot kill an innocent person for nothing.”

When Fat Sister-in-Law saw Zhong Lingyan's beautiful face flush red and extremely bashful, he was even more certain of his guess and scolded: ”Xiong Yu, you little bastard, you actually dared to bully my daughter. Today, I will definitely skin you alive, just you wait, I'll go upstairs and kill you.” With that, Fat Sister-in-Law took a sweeping hand and slowly walked up the stairs.

Zhong Lingyan stomped her feet, and said angrily: ”Nonsense, of course it's real, don't tell me you want your daughter to be taken advantage of?”

”Sigh.” Fat Sister-in-Law replied and immediately went to the table to clean up the mess. Zhong Lingyan ran into her room and closed the door.

After Xiong Yu went upstairs, he did not dare return to his own room. He was worried that the Fat Sister-in-Law might actually catch up with him using a sweep, so he was prepared to jump down from the third floor at any time when the Fat Sister-in-Law caught up to him.

Only then did Xiong Yu relax and returned to his room. He secretly rejoiced in his heart, however, this girl was so beautiful, to the point that no one was chasing after her, and he really didn't know what kind of problem the other boys around her were having with their eyes.

In fact, Zhong Lingyan's beauty was not inferior to Mao Yuxi's, but because her relationship with Mao Yuxi was especially good, almost to the point of being inseparable. Furthermore, Zhong Lingyan's family situation was very poor, so there were indeed not many boys who pursued her, and as for those few suitors, after being rejected by Zhong Lingyan and being scared by him, they did not persevere in chasing after her.

After brushing his teeth and bathing, Xiong Yu went to bed and picked up a book on Chinese medicine. This was a good habit that he had cultivated for many years, every night before going to bed, he would read a book, especially when he encountered illnesses that he could not completely confirm, he would find a solution to them.

Today, the answer Xiong Yu wanted to find was precisely Mao Yuxi's condition.

Earlier, when Mao Yuxi came to look for her, she had observed her expression carefully and discovered that Mao Yuxi's condition had slightly improved slightly. She had probably taken a special medicine. Xiong Yu did not see the prescription, nor did he see any pills. He had only seen empty bottles and smelled the scent, so he was able to easily determine whether or not there were only those thirteen types of medicines.

However, just from looking at these thirteen different kinds of traditional Chinese medicine, Xiong Yu faintly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that the person who gave this medicine to Mao Yuxi was unable to cure her illness, and could only rely on suppression through the usage of medicine. However, after a long time, Mao Yuxi's body produced an antibody, so the amount of medicine must increase, which would cause great harm to Mao Yuxi's body.

This was whatever, but the most important thing was that one day, no matter how many pills he had, they would all be useless. Then, the time of Mao Yuxi's death would come.

Xiong Yu understood this point, but he was temporarily unable to think of a good way to cure Mao Yuxi's illness.

Today in the Merchant Shop University, Xiong Yu had carefully observed Mao Yuxi's complexion and also ordered her for her pulse in the school hospital. He only used observation and cutting methods to find out the root of the illness, so he did not have a thorough understanding of Mao Yuxi's condition, nor did he dare to lightly make a conclusion.

Flipping through some medical books, Xiong Yu could not find any similar illness. Feeling a little sleepy, he prepared to take a piss and sleep immediately.