Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo felt as if he had been elevated to a higher level.

The previous feeling of weakness, as if I were floating when I walked, was completely washed away.

This feeling... is even better than taking a blood-nourishing pill.

The way he looked at Jiang Zhiwei completely changed.

This is hardly the adorable and innocent Seventh Sister-in-law!

This is clearly a human-shaped super-fast charging power bank!

Lin Mo's mind was instantly racing with calculations.

The image of that sealed SSR witch immediately popped into my mind, that bottomless pit that required a massive amount of health to raise even a tiny bit of intimacy.

Previously, after taking one Blood Nourishing Pill, I would feel weak for half a day.

But now...

If he had just been drained dry by the witch, Seventh Sister would give him a shot.

Then he revived with full health and went back to the witch to feed him.

After being fed and drained dry, they came back to Seventh Sister for acupuncture...

This cycle repeats perfectly, doesn't it?

A perpetual motion machine for infinitely increasing intimacy with witches!

When the time comes, we can break the witch's seal and let her come out to be our henchman. Then we'll be invincible. Wouldn't that be just around the corner?

Thinking of this, Lin Mo's breathing became heavy.

"Um...Seventh Sister-in-law, your cooking is absolutely amazing!"

"It's like Hua Tuo reincarnated, Bian Que reborn!"

Lin Mo patted Jiang Zhiwei on the shoulder and showered her with praise.

Jiang Zhiwei paused as she tidied up the silver needles, then looked up, her watery eyes still filled with a clear, innocent look.

She seemed not to understand the compliment and was simply waiting for Lin Mo to continue.

Lin Mo cleared his throat, his face serious.

"Look, to consolidate the treatment effect and prevent relapse... how about... we do it once a day?"

Fearing that Jiang Zhiwei might not understand, Lin Mo even gestured with his hands to demonstrate the action of inserting a needle.

"Every day?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiwei's eyes revealed a rare hint of wariness.

She looked Lin Mo up and down, as if she were looking at a mentally unstable person who kept arguing about going to the ICU.

She looked at it for a full half minute before shaking her head, her words concise and to the point.

"No. It will break."

"How could I be bad? I'm perfectly healthy, in excellent condition!"

Lin Mo became anxious.

He even patted his pectoral muscles, making a dull "bang" sound.

"The needle is the guide."

"It leads you to nothing. It's not about giving birth."

Jiang Zhiwei organized her limited vocabulary and tried her best to explain.

"What is the trigger? What is the foundation?"

Lin Mo was completely confused.

Jiang Zhiwei thought for a moment, seemingly searching for a simpler metaphor.

She stretched out her slender fingers and made a squeezing motion.

"lemon."

"what?"

"Squeeze the juice. Squeeze it every day, and the lemon... will become dried."

Jiang Zhiwei pointed at Lin Mo.

"You, too, will become dry."

Lin Mo's smile froze.

He seemed to understand.

After all that, it turns out this acupuncture technique wasn't "recharging" him, but rather "borrowing" from him.

It's about squeezing out all the hidden potential in his body at once, creating the illusion of a "fully revived" state.

This thing is okay to use occasionally.

But using it every day would be fatal.

Lin Mo felt a pang of despair in his heart.

It's over, Barbie Q.

The grand plan of "unlimited refills" that I had just imagined went bankrupt before it even began to be implemented.

But he was still not satisfied.

If one path is blocked, then try another.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and a brand new idea instantly took shape.

"Ahem, Seventh Sister-in-law, to be honest, my qi and blood deficiency is not an illness, but... because I am researching a kind of cultivation method."

Jiang Zhiwei tilted her head, a big question mark appearing on her forehead.

Lin Mo continued to deceive.

"My technique is exceptionally beautiful... cough, I mean... its power is absolutely boundless!"

"But the downside is that it requires a huge amount of energy and blood to fully understand and master it."

"So, Seventh Sister-in-law, do you have any... tonics that can be eaten as a meal?"

"It's the kind of product where I use it up here, and it replenishes it quickly there too—it's plentiful and filling, and the effect is incredibly potent!"

Lin Mo rattled off a long string of words, then looked at Jiang Zhiwei with anticipation.

Eat it as a meal?

Large portions to satisfy?

Jiang Zhiwei's slowly working brain seemed to be touched by these words.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in those hazy eyes!

What kind of mind-bending thinking is this?

Do you treat medicine like food?

This completely contradicts all the pharmacological knowledge she has learned; it's the idea of ​​a madman.

But... this is a huge challenge!

She loves it!

She felt as if her calm, unmoving heart had been stabbed hard.

The next second, Jiang Zhiwei grabbed Lin Mo's wrist and turned to walk towards her study.

Lin Mo was pulled so hard that he stumbled and almost couldn't keep up.

"Seventh Sister-in-law, slow down!"

Lin Mo felt as if he wasn't being pulled by a person, but rather dragged along by a crazed calf.

Jiang Zhiwei completely ignored him and dragged him straight into the depths of her boudoir, into a small study separated by a curtain.

As soon as he entered, Lin Mo was stunned by the scene before him.

This place is a completely different world from the elegant bedroom outside.

The walls were covered with various meridian charts and herbal medicine diagrams, and the corners were piled high with ancient books and bamboo slips.

Jiang Zhiwei dragged Lin Mo to a bookshelf and finally let go of him.

She tiptoed, her slender fingers quickly scanning across the rows of ancient books.

Commentary on Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica, Explanation of Formulas for Decoctions, Ancient Version of Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases...

She casually pulled out one medical classic after another, flipped through a couple of pages, and then put them back.

"No...too slow..."

"This... is too mild..."

"The side effects are...too severe."

She was muttering to herself, her brows furrowed, as if she were performing some kind of high-speed calculation.

Lin Mo stood to the side, not daring to breathe.

He felt as if he had inadvertently activated some hidden form of Seventh Sister-in-law.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Mo was so bored that he almost fell asleep.

at last.

Jiang Zhiwei stopped what she was doing. Her finger landed on a worn-out book.

The book had no name, only a totem drawn with cinnabar that looked as if it were burning.

Jiang Zhiwei carefully took the book down and placed it on the table.

Then gently blow away the dust on it, and slowly turn it over.

A peculiar smell, a mixture of blood and herbs, wafted from the book.

The sudden silence made Lin Mo open his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Zhiwei's actions, he curiously moved closer.

Jiang Zhiwei flipped directly to the second half of the book, her slender fingers resting on one of the pages.

"this……"

She looked up, her eyes flashing with an almost insane light.

"...Perhaps, it's possible."

Lin Mo looked in the direction she was pointing.

On that page, there was a picture of a huge bronze cauldron.

A raging fire roared beneath the cauldron, inside which churned a viscous, blood-red liquid, bubbling and gurgling.

Countless nameless beasts were struggling and howling in the blood soup, a scene as bloody as the eighteenth level of hell.

Beside the painting, five large characters were written in a flamboyant style.

【Blood Tonic Soup for All Beasts】.

Lin Mo's eye twitched violently.

soup?

This stuff... is it even drinkable by humans?!