A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

Ji Ping was surprised and asked, "If she doesn't eat rice, what does she eat?"

"Fruit," Siqiao said, recalling the memory. "Yes, Miss only eats fruit!"

Zhao Jinzhong recalled the days he spent with Zhou Ruo, especially yesterday at noon.

He had invited Zhou Ruo to lunch, but she didn't eat; instead, she chose to eat green dates.

This has happened a few times before; when I'm hungry, I look for fruit to eat.

But he never imagined that Zhou Ruo didn't just like eating fruit, but only ate fruit.

"That's it." The doctor understood. "A child who is still growing can't just eat fruit."

After prescribing a few more doses of medicine to restore qi and blood, the doctor left.

"Siqiao, Ruo'er hasn't eaten anything. Why didn't you tell me?"

Ji Ping was angry, but also felt sorry and guilty.

These past two months have been approaching the end of the year, and she has been busy handling matters in the manor during the day, so she hasn't noticed whether Zhou Ruo has been eating properly.

She had been in the manor for a month and had never had a proper meal, but she was focused on saving her brother, who was not related to her by blood.

Thinking about this made Ji Ping even more upset.

Siqiao was nervous. She thought that Zhou Ruo usually went to the Martial Arts Academy with the young general, so he shouldn't go hungry.

Moreover, Zhou Ruo always went out early in the morning and didn't return until after dinner time.

Every evening when she returned to Lanxiang Courtyard, if either Siqiao or Granny Wang were to serve her dinner, she would always say that she was already full.

Siqiao said, "Every time Miss came back, I saw that her belly was bulging, and when I asked her, she always said she was full, but I never expected..."

She hadn't expected that Zhou Ruo hadn't eaten a single meal in the past month, and she hadn't even noticed how her mistress could endure it.

Siqiao looked at Zhou Ruoxiao's small body and thought about what the doctor had just said: anemia.

She was extremely sad and began to blame herself.

"Mother, it's not Siqiao's fault."

Zhao Jinzhong said, "Even I neglected this. Every time I let Ruoruo eat at my place, she only ate fruit."

Ji Ping sighed softly. She couldn't blame anyone else; even she, as the mother, hadn't taken good care of herself.

"Granny, have the cook make some pigeon soup so that Ruo'er can have a good nourishing meal when she wakes up."

"Yes, madam."

If it weren't for Zhou Ruo, Ji Ping would probably still be drinking the medicine that had killed her fertility.

If it weren't for Zhou Ruo, Zhao Jinzhong would probably still be suffering under Aunt Song's clutches, let alone be able to stand up again.

But how did they treat such a great benefactor?

Ji Ping struggled internally and made up her mind that she would treat Zhou Ruo well from now on and never let her suffer any grievances!

Although the doctor said Zhou Ruo was fine, sleeping for too long right now might not be good.

Zhao Jinzhong asked Ji Ping, "Mother, how much longer will Ruoruo sleep?"

Ji Ping looked at her son, and the worry on his face made her feel helpless.

"Mother doesn't know either, but since the doctor said she's fine, let's wait for her to wake up slowly."

Zhao Jinzhong was worried that if Zhou Ruo continued to sleep, she would develop health problems even if she wasn't sick.

He suddenly remembered that when Zhou Ruo first let him smell the aroma of an orange, he felt much more refreshed.

"Wu Jia, give me an orange."

Zhao Jinzhong took an orange, smelled it himself, and found it to be fragrant, but the fragrance was not strong enough.

He peeled the orange, and the aroma of the orange immediately wafted out.

The orange peel had some splattered juice on it, making the flavor even stronger and more fragrant.

Zhao Jinzhong held the peeled orange to Zhou Ruo's nose and shook it twice.

Soon, Zhou Ruo's breathing changed.

She felt incredibly hungry in her dream, but was too sleepy to keep her eyes open.

Suddenly she smelled the fragrance of oranges, and she could tell that they were oranges from the Wude Academy.

Driven by hunger, she struggled to find the source of the fragrance.

I ran and searched, and that's when my eyes opened.

"Ruo Ruo! You're finally awake!" Zhao Jinzhong hadn't expected this trick to work so well.

Hearing the sound, Ji Ping also came over and saw Zhou Ruo with her big, watery eyes wide open, looking somewhat bewildered.

The weight lifted from her heart. "Ruo'er, your mother was so worried! How could you sleep for so long?"

"Mommy, brother, I think I smell oranges! I'm so hungry!"

She forced herself to sit up, rubbed her eyes, and looked slightly aggrieved.

When she saw the peeled orange in Zhao Jinzhong's hand, she excitedly snatched it from his hand.

"Hey!" Zhao Jinzhong wanted to stop her and let her eat some food and drink some soup to warm her stomach, but Zhou Ruo was too fast.

Seeing Zhou Ruo wolfing down his food, Ji Ping finally understood. This was truly a child who would only look for fruit to eat when he was hungry.

She said seriously, "Ruo'er, you can't just eat oranges. The doctor said you're anemic."

Anemia? In the cultivation world, everyone has spiritual energy protecting their body, their meridians are unobstructed, and their blood and qi are generated naturally. She had never heard of anemia before.

"What is anemia?" she asked, her mouth full of orange pulp.

Ji Ping explained to her:

"Anemia means you don't have enough blood and energy in your body, and you're weak. Look how long you've slept, your mother is so worried."

Zhou Ruo chewed on the orange in her mouth, and asked thoughtfully:

"Mother, you said I slept for a long time. How long have I been asleep?"

"I've been sleeping since I got back yesterday, almost a whole day and night," Ji Ping replied.

So, this is why she felt hungry and weak after using her spiritual power to help Zhao Jinzhong relieve pain and treat him, and after consuming her spiritual power to deal with Aunt Song?

Zhou Ruo silently examined this body and felt somewhat puzzled; the mortal body was truly different.

As they were talking, Siqiao had already brought out a roast chicken.

"Madam, the pigeon soup has been prepared by the kitchen, but it will take a while. Here's a roast chicken; would you like Miss to have it first?"

Ji Ping took the roast chicken and placed it in front of Zhou Ruo.

The fragrant roast chicken made everyone around him swallow their saliva involuntarily, but when it came to Zhou Ruo...

She blocked the roast chicken with her hand and turned her head to the side; she didn't think the smell was "fragrant."

Oily and sticky, it can't compare to the refreshing taste of fruit.

People in this mortal world are really strange; how could they like to eat these things?

Zhou Ru protested with both hands while thinking to herself.

Siqiao's face clearly said, "See, here we go again, just like that."

"Ruo Ruo, you can't do this. People need to eat." Zhao Jinzhong tried to persuade Zhou Ruo.

"Don't let your brother stand up while you fall down."

Zhao Jinzhong's persuasion had some effect, but not much.

Zhou Ruo turned her head back, glanced at the roast chicken again, frowned, and said, "But I never eat this."

When Ji Ping heard her say this, her heart tightened. She wondered what kind of hard life this child had lived before. Had she never even eaten roast chicken?

Zhao Jinzhong then asked, "If we don't eat this, what will we eat? Fruit?"