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Bo Siheng looked up, staring at He Yan with a puzzled expression.

How was she able to prepare all of this so quickly, and what's the deal with these medicines?

After the initial bone-chilling cold, he actually felt his body warming up.

"Mr. Bo, how are you feeling? It's all my fault for being so useless, that... the young mistress acted so recklessly towards you!"

Yu Cheng was shocked. Seeing the clothes scattered on the ground, he thought this newlywed young mistress was very wild!

He Yan saw Bo Siheng spit out a mouthful of black blood and subtly curled the corners of her lips.

She stepped aside, letting the two anxious people pass.

"All right."

Zhong Wenqian practically ran into the bathroom to take Bo Siheng's pulse.

He looked at He Yan with hostility in his eyes.

“Miss He, where did you get this folk remedy? How dare you use it on Mr. Bo? What if something goes wrong? You'll be held responsible…”

Before he could finish speaking, disbelief suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Huh? Why isn't Master Bo cold anymore!"

Not only that, Bo Siheng also felt himself sweating.

He stared at the greenish-black water in the bathtub, which surprised him even more than the reduction in the cold poison in his body.

Could He Yan be a doctor?

Zhong Wenqian's eyes widened in disbelief. He and Yu Cheng exchanged a glance, both thinking they were dreaming.

"How is this possible?"

As if to confirm this, Zhong Wenqian even reached out and touched Bo Siheng's body.

Bo Siheng frowned, grabbed his hand, and flung it away, his eyes conveying a warning.

Zhong Wenqian could only stop, looking embarrassed.

No wonder he was so shocked; apart from a divine doctor, no one could cure Master Bo's cold poison!

Yu Cheng couldn't believe it either, and walked to the bathtub while clutching his stomach.

"Dr. Zhong, is Mr. Bo's condition improving?"

The cold poison that had tormented Master Bo for over a year was unexpectedly cured by the young mistress's pool of dark green water. It would be a lie to say he wasn't shocked.

Zhong Wenqian did not believe that He Yan had made Master Bo recover.

"Miss He, I really don't know if you're lucky or just bold. What kind of medicine did you give Mr. Bo? And what's in this bathtub? Do you know medicine?"

He was deliberately testing him; the last sentence was the key point.

He Yan looked lazily at the three people staring at her.

Suddenly, she drew out her words.

"What is medicine? I've only read about folk remedies in books. I once saved a dog that was about to freeze to death, and its condition was similar to yours, so I thought I'd give you a bath to try."

Her eyes held a cunning glint, and her last words were directed at Bo Siheng.

Bo Siheng's face suddenly stiffened.

Is He Yan using him as a test subject?

But he also admitted to himself that her actions had indeed alleviated his cold poison.

This woman seems to be hiding a secret.

"You don't know medicine, you're just messing around!"

Zhong Wenqian was terrified.

He had also heard that Bo Shao's wife's identity was stolen by He Yan.

Such a reckless and crude personality is completely different from that of the socialite He Yiyi.

"Anyway, I'm much better, thank you."

While still soaking in the bathtub, Bo Siheng made his stance clear.

He found He Yan strange; as long as she didn't overstep her bounds, the two of them could treat each other with respect.

"But don't do anything to me again."

Looking at the clothes scattered on the ground, he slightly averted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly.

"I accept your thanks."

He Yan blinked, but did not answer his second question.

She admitted that her way of repaying the debt of gratitude was a bit extreme.

But if he can't do this or that, the treatment will be quite difficult.

"You soak a little longer, I'll go downstairs and familiarize myself with the place."

Watching He Yan leave, Zhong Wenqian immediately frowned, expressing his doubts.

"Yu Cheng, quickly help Master Bo out. We don't even know what's in the water; it's definitely not safe."

"I am fine."

Bo Siheng tried to stop her in a low voice, not quite understanding, but still chose to believe He Yan.

"Let me soak a little longer, I really feel much better."

Zhong Wenqian stood to the side and expressed his doubts.

“He Yan doesn’t know any medicine. If the herbal bath has any effect, it’s probably because she brought it from the He family. The He family’s pharmaceutical research factory is currently developing new drugs and has a collaboration with the medical school. I will ask the He family’s pharmacist to develop an antidote for you.”

Did He Yan use the He family's medicine?

This explanation is also reasonable.

Bo Siheng continued taking a bath.

Then, Zhong Wenqian and Yu Cheng stood outside and waited.

“Master Bo, it would be great if we could find the mysterious person who treated you that night. Her medical skills are truly amazing. I would also like to talk to her about the method of acupuncture to detoxify.”

When it comes to miracle doctors, the only one Zhong Wenqian admires is Feng Xianhe, and he would like to meet the successor of the miracle doctor.

Bo Siheng frowned slightly but did not speak.

At the same time, Yu Cheng felt an invisible pressure.

It's so hard to find a woman who's willing to take responsibility for Mr. Bo's physical and mental well-being!

Until the water in the bathtub cooled down.

Bo Siheng opened his eyes and walked out casually wearing a bathrobe.

"Mr. Bo, wouldn't you like to take another shower?"

Yu Cheng said in a low voice, "I will clean up all the clothes here. If you feel unsafe staying here, I will arrange a new residence for you right now without telling the young mistress!"

He knew that Mr. Bo was a germaphobe and didn't like being touched by women.

The young mistress's actions tonight clearly showed that she had thoroughly tested Mr. Bo's sore spot.

Bloodstains remained at the corner of Bo Siheng's mouth, and water was still dripping from his hair. His slightly narrowed eyes, illuminated by the warm yellow light, added to his battle-worn beauty.

He felt warm inside, unlike usual when he needed thick clothes and air conditioning to keep warm.

I thought the painful onset of the poison would end so easily.

"No need, I'll sleep in the study."

We definitely need to be wary of He Yan; just remember to lock the door.

Yu Cheng watched as Bo Ye's complexion slowly regained its color.

I never expected this young mistress to be so lucky.

Her arrival brought good fortune, and Master Bo's health improved!

Wedding night.

Bo Siheng, who was sleeping in the study, rarely had a good night's sleep.

……

the next morning.

He Yan went downstairs to have breakfast when she received a call from He Zhengyuan.

"Xiaoyan, Grandpa fell this morning and is in the hospital right now. You should come back and see him quickly."

He Yan's expression turned serious.

She rushed to the inpatient department and overheard He Zhengyuan and He Huijun talking as they came downstairs.

He Huijun's face was sharp and sarcastic.

"I knew He Yan was unlucky! How come Dad got seriously ill right after we brought her back? She's a jinx!"

"Stop saying anything. Dad's fall and hospitalization was an accident, and it has nothing to do with Xiaoyan."

He Zhengyuan's voice sounded very anxious.

Standing in the stairwell, He Yan's eyes darkened, and she went straight to her grandfather's hospital room.

Grandpa He remained unconscious in his hospital bed.

"Grandpa, you will definitely live a long life."

He Yan took her grandfather's pulse and knew that his condition was not serious. It was just that he was old and had fallen, which caused a concussion to his head, which caused him to lose consciousness.

She took out her needle kit and applied acupuncture to the acupoints.

After a short wait, Old Master He's eyelids twitched; he was probably about to wake up.

She got up and went out to get hot water; Grandpa needed to take his medicine later.

They were only one foot apart.

He Yiyi walked in carrying a medicine box.

Her father asked her to treat her grandfather, and she laid out various pills and treatment plans, but she didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Grandpa He slowly opened his eyes on the hospital bed.

“…Xiao Yan”.

When He Yiyi heard her grandfather speak, her eyes darkened, but she was still very happy that he had woken up.

"Grandpa, I'm Yiyi."

She sent a voice message in the family group chat.

"Mom and Dad, Grandpa's awake!"

Meanwhile, everyone who was discussing treatment plans with the doctor rushed back to the ward.

He Zhengyuan walked in and saw the medicine box in front of He Yiyi. He was overjoyed and said, "Yiyi, you woke Grandpa up, didn't you? As expected of Professor Zhong's student, the He family's pharmaceutical research factory will depend on you from now on."

Upon hearing this, He Yiyi didn't even think about explaining or clarifying, and simply smiled modestly.

"As long as Grandpa is alright, it's all I should do."