The Petite Wife of An Eighties' Villainous Big-Shot

Chapter 25: Unorthodox Approach

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qi Jingshu felt that Qi Mianmian’s medical skills must have been inherited from Old Master Qi. As Old Master Qi’s son, he was entitled to ask for any kind of medical prescription he wanted.

Elderly Lady Qi, Qi Shan, and the others thought the same.

But Qi Mianmian didn’t think so.

Firstly, she wasn’t the original Qi Mianmian, and her medical skills didn’t originate from this character. But even disregarding that fact, or even if she were the original Qi Mianmian, whatever abilities she had picked up would naturally belong to her. The same went for her medical skills and prescriptions.

However, it would be too tedious to reason with him, so she decided to use an unorthodox approach.

She said innocently, “Of course. I’ve studied medicine under Grandfather for two years, so I naturally remember a lot of prescriptions. But so does Grandmother, I’m sure. Uncle, if you suddenly want to study medicine, you should study under Grandmother first.”

Qi Jingshu shook his head violently, as if his head was a rattle-drum. “Your grandmother’s prescriptions are all very ordinary. They’re not worth… much. I want to know some special ones, like the one you’ve just given us, and maybe something to treat snake venom or any rare illnesses.”

Qi Mianmian still kept her cool. “Grandma said yesterday that she already knew the recipe for this herbal tea. You’re the ones who didn’t ask. If you don’t believe me, you can ask First Aunt and Third Aunt if it’s true. As for treating snake venom, Grandma has a cure for that too. Have you forgotten?”

Qi Jingshu was speechless.

His mother did have a cure for snake venom, but it was too common and relatively useless. He wanted to know if this wretched girl knew anything more formidable, but from her words, it seemed more likely than not that she didn’t. Even if she did, it seemed that she wouldn’t give it to him.

What a disobedient lass.

However, there were still many days to come. He had plenty of time to wait for Qi Mianmian to give herself away. Smiling, he asked Elderly Lady Qi, “Mom, can you give me a copy of the prescription to cure snake venom?”

Elderly Lady Qi glared at him irritably. “What do you want that for?”

“There are some people who want to go up the mountain to pick herbs, and they’re looking to buy some medicine for snake venom. I want to make some money so I can be a filial son to you.”

Perhaps she had been influenced by Qi Mianmian. Elderly Lady Qi said loudly, “Alright. None of you were interested in medicinal prescriptions in the past, and I had to remember everything myself. Today, I will tell you all of them, and I will save myself some trouble in the future. Jingshu, Jingtang, Jingzhong, come here. Bring a pen and paper to my room to take down the prescriptions.”

Qi Jingshu and Qi Jingzhong hurried to find paper and pen.

Qi Jingtang did not seem willing to go, but under the repeated urging of Qi Fang, he had no choice but to go.

After a little while, he took out a piece of paper with quite a few words written on it and handed it to Qi Fang.

Qi Fang took a casual look, then handed it to Qi Mianmian.

Qi Mianmian took it and looked at the paper. Apart from a simple prescription for snake venom, there was also a prescription for external injuries, a prescription for diarrhea, and a few prescriptions for colds. All of these could be found in her original memories.

After reading through it, she handed it back to Qi Fang. “I know all this. Take it, Brother. It’s best if you record it down. Perhaps you can save yourself or someone else someday.”

Qi Fang hesitated for a moment. “Alright, I’ll make a few more copies later. I’ll get Big Sister, Second Sister, and Auntie Mei to record it down.”

“Okay.”

…

Qi Jingtang was a permanent worker at the meat company. He specialized in slaughtering pigs and earned 31 yuan a month.

Wan Meiling was a temporary worker at the meat company. She specialized in plucking chicken feathers and earned 18 yuan a month.

Plucking chicken feathers was the most tiring and least profitable job.

But there was no need to run around all day. She could bring Qi Yang in to take care of him.

For this convenience, she could only give up other options.

After drinking a bowl of slightly sweet medicinal tea, Wan Meiling was about to bring Qi Yang out when Qi Mianmian smiled and said, “We’ll have shepherd’s purse dumplings for lunch today. Will Yangyang stay behind and eat with us?”

As she spoke, she took up Qi Yang’s small hand in a natural motion and took his pulse. She nodded. “Grandfather once said that diabetes won’t be inherited… Yangyang really only has hypoglycemia, not diabetes…”

Qi Mianmian hadn’t intended to show favor to Wan Meiling and Qi Yang today.

She feared that her identity would be easily exposed.

But Qi Yang’s health was too poor.

This little boy, who was now blood-related to her, was practically a sheet of white paper. She could not bear to see him continue to suffer in vain.