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Chapter 18 is trustworthy

Hearing her grandfather cough, the second aunt whispered her instructions.

"Everyone, spread out a bit so the air can circulate."

"Father, let me take another look at it for you."

My second aunt remained calm as she carefully took my pulse, turning it from left to right and then from right to left.

It went back and forth two or three times.

Grandmother asked worriedly, "How is the second son's wife?"

My second aunt's brows relaxed, and she organized her thoughts slightly.

"Mother, don't worry. Father is not in immediate danger. His old wounds are still healing, but he lost too much blood and needs to rest well."

"Sir, how are you feeling?"

Grandfather smiled and reassured his wife, "Aside from being a little dizzy, there's nothing else wrong."

Second Aunt gave Grandmother a meaningful look.

The grandmother understood, paused, and said, "Eldest daughter-in-law, you and the children should rest first. I need to talk to your father for a while."

The women of the Ren family led the children back to a corner to settle them.

At the same time, tell the child not to make a fuss and to go to sleep.

Madam Ren also specifically instructed, "Xia'er, keep an eye on your younger sister."

She turned her head and reiterated, "Wen'er, listen to your older sister, don't cause trouble."

Wenwen: How did she become a key target for prevention?

......

On my grandfather's side.

Grandmother asked anxiously, "Second son's wife? Your father, he..."

Second Aunt held Grandmother's hand to comfort her.

"Mother, don't worry. Father's old injury is about 70-80% healed. His head is fine, but he lost too much blood. He just needs some blood replenishment. I'm afraid the pills are working."

Grandmother's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She patted her second aunt's hand, her eyes filled with tears.

"Really? The old injury is healed too? Wen'er is truly our family's lucky star."

Grandfather interrupted in time, "What's wrong with Wen'er?"

Grandmother and second aunt looked at each other for a while.

They began to recount the events of the past few days, starting with the grandfather being summoned to the palace in the middle of the night, then Wenwen falling off the mountain and falling into a coma, followed by the entire family being imprisoned until the grandfather just woke up.

He recounted each and every incident in detail.

The grandmother described in great detail the differences that Wenwen showed to the grandfather.

My second aunt added from the side.

The grandfather pondered for a while, his eyes searching among the children. "Where's Wen'er? Call her over."

"Wen'er, come here to your grandmother."

"Hey, here we come."

Actually, Wenwen had been eavesdropping the whole time.

She is always ready.

When her grandmother called her, she jumped up and hurried away.

So much so that when he got to his grandmother, she had just finished speaking.

Wenwen stood in front of her grandmother, bowed to her grandfather, and then squatted down.

Her round, big eyes looked at her grandfather, meeting his wise gaze.

A sudden, inexplicable sharp pain shot through her heart, and unexpectedly, a strange memory appeared in her mind.

For a moment, she lost control of her mouth.

Wenwen only heard herself say, "Grandfather, I... am back."

The grandfather looked up at the girl in front of him. She seemed a little different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

Grandfather's voice trembled, "Girl, is it...you?"

"Yes, Grandfather, I'm back."

Actually, these two sentences were not Wenwen's original intention at all.

However, she didn't want to be a spoilsport.

Think of this.

Wenwen repeated, "Grandfather, it's me, it's Wenwen."

"Okay, okay, okay, cough cough... cough..."

The grandfather and grandson faced each other, tears streaming down their faces, weeping with joy.

Grandmother was also there, wiping away tears.

Wenwen knew that her grandfather had called her over to confirm the pills.

The elderly may be embarrassed to bring it up, so we have to take the initiative.

"Grandfather, how are you feeling?"

“That’s good. Your second aunt said my old injury is almost healed, thanks to your pills.”

"Really? That pill is that effective?"

Wenwen held her hand up in front of her grandfather, her palm open, and it was empty.

"Grandfather, look..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pill appeared in his palm.

Wenwen had considered the risks of telling her family her secret too early.

However, considering everyone's dedication and care for her over the years, this risk is worthwhile.

At least the family is still going through thick and thin together.

Upon seeing the pills, the grandfather was excited, but still earnestly warned, "Wen'er, this... this kind of skill should not be easily shown to others in the future."

"Grandfather, don't worry, I have confidence in our family."

"Yes, we trust our family. Grandfather vouches for us."

Grandfather took the pill, examined it carefully, and then brought it close to his nose to smell it.

He looked up and said to his third uncle and the others who were diagonally behind him, "Third brother, you guys come here."

My uncle had just sat down when my grandfather handed him the pills.

"Changhao, you little brat, smell this."

The uncle-in-law looked solemn. He took the pill, brought it close to his nose, took a deep breath, and then held it.

Gradually, his brows relaxed, his expression became unfocused, and after a few breaths, he exhaled.

Seeing her uncle's appearance, Wenwen thought of him being addicted to drugs.

She herself was speechless at her own imagination.

After repeating this several times, the uncle pondered for a while, then looked up at his grandfather without saying a word.

Grandfather wouldn't let him waste his time. "How is it? Is it the same pill the abbot gave me back then?"

Wenwen heard the keywords: back then, abbot, pills.

Wow, there's a story behind this. I'll satisfy my curiosity another day.

My uncle carefully chose his words, saying, "If you say it's the same, it's the same; if you say it's different, it's definitely different."

"Don't be pretentious."

"The main medicinal ingredients are largely the same. The abbot's pills use more ingredients, have a stronger flavor, and a noticeable bitter taste. This pill may use ingredients that are not old enough, so the flavor is not strong enough, but it doesn't have a bitter taste."

"Uh-huh?"

"What I don't understand the most is that when you hold the abbot's pills in your hand, there is a warm current flowing around your fingertips. This one, on the other hand, has no fluctuations at all."

After hearing her uncle's comparison, Wenwen silently gave him a thumbs up.

The pills she brought were given to her by the abbot of the shop.

This abbot and that abbot are separated by a vast distance!

21st-century pills are modern mass-produced products, and most of their raw materials are artificially cultivated, so they certainly don't have a history of a hundred or a thousand years.

The fact that my uncle could bring up the age of the medicinal herbs shows that his seemingly dissolute lifestyle was just a facade.

Grandfather was clearly dissatisfied with his eldest uncle's answer. He gestured to his younger uncle.

"Kang Yan, come here."

“Father, although I was fortunate enough to have eaten it back then, I did not have a deep understanding of medicinal herbs.”

Wenwen found another key phrase: "ate it back then".

Oh my, my uncle has a story too, she has beer... haha...

"It's alright, just use your writing skills to describe it."

Wenwen burst out laughing inside.

My grandfather even suggested using literary flair to describe the pills.

At this moment, Wenwen could only secretly rejoice and cheer on her uncle-in-law in her heart.

My uncle-in-law had a headache, and three questions raced through his mind: How can one describe the pills with literary flair? From what angle should one begin? To what extent should one describe them?

My uncle took the pills.

Pinch it between your index finger and thumb.

Look at it from afar, look at it up close, look at it from all angles, examine it closely.

Wenwen felt she had waited a little while when her uncle spoke up.

“Father, let me first talk about this pill in my hand. It’s plump and round, the whole pill is reflective, and it’s very light. When you smell it up close, the smell isn’t strong, but if you sniff it carefully, you can’t smell it at all if you hold your hand away. If you warm it in your palm for a while, it will melt and stick to your hand. See, it’s starting to stick to your hand now.” After my uncle finished speaking, he opened his palm, and sure enough, the pill stuck to his palm, and he couldn’t move it no matter how hard he shook it.

"Oh dear, you spendthrift, Wen'er, quickly put it away," Grandfather instructed with a regretful expression.

Wenwen thought to herself, "Modern pills are coated with honey, so it's normal for them to melt quickly."

Grandfather turned to his uncle and scolded, "Go on."

"Yes, the abbot's pill is also round and full, but it doesn't reflect light. If you look closely, you can see several lines, which are whitish-gray. What's scary is that it has a strong medicinal smell and tastes very bitter. It made me suffer for three days back then. But if you put it in your palm, it will still be dry after an hour. I haven't tried how long it will take to melt."

"The efficacy of the medicine is obvious to all. As long as it works, it's a good medicine, there's no difference."

"You're right, kid!"

As soon as her uncle finished speaking, Wenwen automatically thought of a topic: "A Few Things About Comparing Ancient and Modern Pills".

My uncle's brief remarks can be described as a simple comparison of the pills from an academic research perspective; they were conventional, rigorous, and without errors.

Wenwen always supports positive comments and was about to applaud in support.

Wait, who's holding her hand?

She looked down and chuckled... her second aunt and grandmother were each holding one of her hands.

This is unbelievable; she has truly become the family's number one target for prevention.

Wenwen has three lines on her forehead.

Her grandfather's words saved her from the predicament, "Wen'er, everything's alright here, go and rest."

"Okay, let's go."

Wenwen took one arm in each of theirs and led them towards her private territory.