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

Inside the bamboo house, Jiang Zhiwei controlled the fire under the medicine pot with exquisite skill.

She would add a dry piece of firewood at a time, and then quickly pull out a piece, her movements so precise that there was no room for error.

The orange flames licked the bottom of the medicine pot, making a soft crackling sound.

As each medicinal herb was added to the pot, a scorching medicinal aroma began to fill the air, and the temperature of the entire bamboo house rose accordingly.

Jiang Zhiwei's forehead was covered in sweat, and her fair face was flushed red by the firelight.

With a small copper spoon, she carefully skimmed the dregs from the boiling liquid, leaving only the purest liquid for further refining.

Finally, the most tedious step is complete; now all that's left is to wait for the medicine to boil down to a paste.

Jiang Zhiwei breathed a slight sigh of relief and leaned back in the bamboo chair to rest.

Lin Mo watched her quietly from the side.

Looking at her temples damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed red by the firelight, and her focused and earnest demeanor while saving lives.

Dr. Jiang is indeed reliable.

Lin Mo silently drew a conclusion about Jiang Zhiwei in his heart.

Jiang Zhiwei seemed to notice Lin Mo's gaze, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat for no reason.

Her cheeks turned even redder.

I don't know if it was from the fire in the stove or some other reason.

She looked away somewhat awkwardly, her mind involuntarily replaying the words Shen Qinghe had said to her.

Could it be... that I really...

Is he lovesick?

Jiang Zhiwei panicked and quickly shook her head vigorously, trying to shake this absurd thought out of her mind.

When Lin Mo saw Jiang Zhiwei suddenly shaking her head like a rattle drum, he thought something had gone wrong with the pill, and his heart jumped again.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the medicine?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiwei shook her head and turned her face to the other side, leaving Lin Mo with only a furry back of his head.

"No...no problem."

Seeing how concerned Lin Mo was about the little girl, Jiang Zhiwei suddenly had a question that even she found strange.

She stared at the flickering flames in the alchemy furnace and asked, seemingly casually.

"Who is this little girl?"

"The daughter of a friend at Tiebiguan."

Lin Mo answered casually.

"friend……"

Jiang Zhiwei paused for a moment, the light from the fire dancing in her always somewhat hazy eyes, turning the misty vapor into an orange-red hue.

"Male? Female?"

Jiang Zhiwei asked again.

"A woman."

Lin Mo answered truthfully.

"...Is it pretty?"

Jiang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment after asking the question.

She felt her heart pound, then beat even faster, so fast that she could hardly breathe.

Why did I ask this question?

What does this have to do with treating and saving lives?

In Lin Mo's mind, the image of Bai Zhi's stunningly beautiful face, which could make the world pale in comparison, flashed by instantly.

He exclaimed in admiration almost instinctively.

"Beautiful, very beautiful."

Upon hearing Lin Mo's answer, Jiang Zhiwei fell completely silent.

She silently watched the alchemy furnace, her delicate chin slightly tense, and the palm-leaf fan in her hand, which controlled the heat, seemed to suddenly move faster.

The atmosphere inside the bamboo house instantly became somewhat subtle.

Lin Mo belatedly realized that something was wrong.

He looked at Jiang Zhiwei's tense profile with some puzzlement.

Why is Seventh Sister, who is usually indifferent to everything, asking all sorts of questions like she's checking someone's household registration today?

"Seventh Sister-in-law, why are you suddenly asking these questions?"

Lin Mo asked curiously.

"...I'm just bored."

Jiang Zhiwei squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, holding a palm-leaf fan in her hand, and vigorously fanned the stove fire again and again.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The wind howled, and the fire in the stove was fanned so hard that it suddenly shot up high, the flames almost engulfing the medicine pot.

"Hey! Seventh Sister-in-law! The fire, the fire is too big!"

Lin Mo was startled by her actions; he was worried she might burn the pill!

Jiang Zhiwei acted as if she hadn't heard, continuing to fan herself forcefully with a blank expression, as if she wanted to fan her inner turmoil and that "very beautiful" face into the fire and burn them to ashes.

Lin Mo looked at her puffed-up profile, completely bewildered.

Just as he was about to snatch the palm-leaf fan, Jiang Zhiwei suddenly stood up.

"alright!"

Inside the medicine pot, the medicinal liquid had been boiled down to a thick, reddish-brown paste.

Jiang Zhiwei ignored Lin Mo and carefully poured the ointment onto a cool jade plate.

Taking advantage of the heat, a pair of nimble hands quickly rolled it into small, uniform red pills.

A moment later, a row of crimson pills were neatly arranged on the jade plate, each emitting a faint medicinal fragrance and astonishing heat.

Once the elixir was made, the two dared not delay and immediately returned to the little girl's room.

Jiang Zhiwei took the little girl's pulse again to confirm her physical condition. Then, she carefully broke off a tiny, rice-grain-sized piece from a pill and precisely controlled the dosage.

Next, dissolve the pills in warm water, pry open the little girl's mouth, and carefully feed them to her.

Lin Mo immediately activated his Glass Eyes to observe the changes within the little girl's body.

The tiny pill, the size of a grain of rice, transformed into a warm current of pure Yang energy, instantly rushing into the little girl's nearly stagnant meridians.

The warm current was unstoppable, and it collided violently with the extremely cold Xuanbing Gu poison that was entrenched around her heart meridian.

"Well……"

The little girl on the bed let out a painful groan, her face instantly turning bright red.

But soon, that domineering heat gained the upper hand.

Like the scorching sun melting snow, it forcefully suppressed the chilling poison deep within the heart, temporarily sealing it away.

The data on the panel in front of Lin Mo began to refresh.

[Status]: Cold poison attacking the heart (suppressed)

[Vitality]: Slowly recovering...

Seeing the changes on the panel, Lin Mo's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He plopped down on the chair next to him and let out a long sigh.

They were finally saved.

However, Jiang Zhiwei looked at the little girl whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, and then at Lin Mo beside her who looked relieved. Suddenly, an absurd thought popped into her mind.

I... saved... my rival's daughter?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, it startled her.

She shook her head vigorously, cursing herself inwardly.

Jiang Zhiwei! A doctor! Healing and saving lives! It's her duty!

Besides... what... what rival in love!

What nonsense are you thinking!

But the more I suppressed it, the clearer that sour feeling became.

She watched as Lin Mo became anxious and worried about another woman's daughter, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.