Ding Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Not bad, little girl. You figured it out? Then tell me, where is this shrapnel?"

Rong Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows: "One is on the lung lobe, and the other is on the shoulder blade, right?"

Ding Yuan gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, little girl, you're amazing. This is a 'souvenir' left over from the battlefield back then. I couldn't get it out, so it's been with me for over twenty years."

Rong Jiaojiao pondered for a moment and asked, "Uncle Ding, do you trust me?"

"Girl, what are you saying? I know your father's character, his daughter can't be wrong!" Ding Yuan laughed heartily.

Rong Jiaojiao spread her hands behind her back, and when she came back to the front, she had a jar of wine in her hand: "Uncle, drink this wine first to regulate your body. If you trust Jiaojiao, then come back in half a month, and Jiaojiao will remove the shrapnel for you."

The reason she showed off her skills in front of them was to gain their trust.

It wasn't that she wanted to show off; she just didn't want the heroes to suffer, while she herself had the ability but remained indifferent.

Ding Weimin looked at Rong Jiaojiao with eager eyes: "Is what you're saying true, little sister?"

He didn't believe it when he heard that the Rong family's daughter was going to learn immortal arts, but now it seems to be true.

"Yes, but I'm injured and can't fight right now."

"So what do we do next?"

Rong Jiaojiao raised the wine jar: "Drink this first, just a sip each day. Come back in fifteen days. If there are any changes, I'll have my dad tell you."

This wine isn't as potent as the two jars from Ronglianhu, but it's effective for rheumatism.

"Okay, okay, thank you!"

Ding Weimin was overjoyed; he would do anything as long as his father could get better.

With hope in their eyes, Ding Yuan and Ding Weimin both looked much more relaxed.

Commander Ding patted Rong Lianhu on the shoulder and said enviously, "You old rascal, you're really lucky."

Rong Lianhu laughed smugly, "Of course."

Thinking of his daughter's injury, he said, "Jiaojiao, go and rest. I'll call you when I've finished cooking."

Rong Jiaojiao said, "Then I'll put the ingredients in the kitchen."

Rong Lianhu nodded, and after Rong Jiaojiao went to the kitchen, he explained to the Ding father and son, "Jiaojiao was injured, and she came back this time to recuperate, so..."

Ding Yuan raised his hand to interrupt him: "Why are you saying such polite things? The child's injury is the most important thing."

Ding Weimin nodded, and Rong Lianhu laughed, "He brought back a lot of good ingredients. I'll cook lunch, so you guys shouldn't leave."

Ding Yuan chuckled and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Ding Weimin quickly stood up: "I'll go help Uncle Rong."

Rong Lianhu raised his hand to stop him, saying, "I can manage on my own, and it's still early!"

Ding Weimin then sat down. Rong Jiaojiao put out the ingredients and medicinal herbs, came to the hall and said to Rong Lianhu, "Dad, the medicinal herbs for stewing the soup are all in the kitchen. Just put them directly into the sea cucumber soup and stew them together."

"Okay, go and rest."

"Uncle Ding, Brother Ding, please sit down, I'm going to rest."

"Go quickly..."

When Rong Jiaojiao was called out of the room, a table full of delicious-looking dishes was already laid out on the table.

Not only were the Ding family father and son there, but Fu Ya had also returned.

As soon as Fu Ya entered, she saw Ding Yuan and Ding Weimin. Guessing that it was probably because of the medicinal wine, she greeted them with a smile.

Her gaze fell on the table, and smelling the rich aroma, she exclaimed with delight, "You made so many dishes today?"

Rong Lianhu laughed and replied, "Old Ding and Weimin are here, and Jiaojiao has brought back some excellent ingredients, so it's quite a feast."

On the dinner table, the sea cucumber soup was particularly eye-catching.

The broth was clear and bright, the sea cucumbers were plump, and it emitted a faint medicinal aroma. Commander Ding took a deep breath and exclaimed, "This broth... is extraordinary!"

Rong Lianhu served everyone a bowl: "This is stewed with good medicinal herbs, which is good for hidden injuries. Commander Ding, please sit down and have a taste."

After everyone took their seats, Ding Weimin carefully took a bite and his eyes widened immediately.

A warm current slid from my throat into my stomach, and then spread to my limbs and bones.

Seeing this, Fu Ya smiled and explained, "Jiaojiao brought back some very special ingredients, so please eat more."

After drinking the entire bowl of soup, Commander Ding's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, but his complexion was much rosier than when he arrived.

He stretched his shoulders and exclaimed in surprise, "Old Rong, my shoulders... seem to be able to lift them even higher now!"

Rong Lianhu proudly served him some food: "This is just the beginning. Once Jiaojiao recovers and treats you, I guarantee you'll be even better at fighting than when you were young!"

The meal was finished amidst various compliments. After the Ding family father and son left, Rong Lianhu urged Rong Jiaojiao to go and heal her injuries.

The next day, Rong Lianhu and Fu Ya planned to take turns coming back to cook lunch for her, but she refused, saying that it would be too much trouble for them and a waste of her time.

The couple had no choice but to prepare some extra delicious food for Rong Jiaojiao to nourish her when they got home in the evening.

A dozen days later, Rong Jiaojiao's injuries were fully healed, and Zi Ling's injuries were also cured. Rong Jiaojiao gave a wisp of spiritual essence to Zi Ling, and she refined the rest.

However, once you reach the Earth Master realm, your spiritual sense grows slowly. Even after refining all the spiritual essence, your spiritual sense power doesn't increase much.

If it takes ten bars of energy to go from the early to the middle stage of the Earth Master realm, then Rong Jiaojiao has probably only gone up to three bars so far, which shows how difficult it is to break through after reaching the Earth Master realm.

After refining the spiritual energy, Rong Jiaojiao led Zi Ling out of seclusion. It was almost the end of the workday when they came out.

Rong Jiaojiao took Ziling to cook. She blocked out the smell and prepared a large table of dishes in the kitchen. By the time Rong Lianhu and Fu Ya returned, Rong Jiaojiao had almost finished cooking.

"Dad, Mom, you're back!" Rong Jiaojiao poked her head out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a spatula. "Dinner will be ready in ten more minutes."

Fu Ya looked at the table full of dishes in surprise: "You silly child, we can cook when we get back, there's no need for you to do all this."

Zi Ling jumped down from the stove and affectionately rubbed against Fu Ya's leg.

It still looked like a small cat with purple fur all over its body, but now that its injuries have healed, its fur has a glossy sheen.

"Is Ziling alright too?" Rong Lianhu squatted down and patted Ziling's little cat head.

"Yes, everything's back to normal." Rong Jiaojiao turned off the stove and served the dishes. "Dad, why don't you call Uncle Ding? I'll get the shrapnel out for him tomorrow morning."

"OK."

Fu Ya picked up Zi Ling and asked Rong Jiaojiao, "Do you need me to take the day off tomorrow to help you?"

Rong Jiaojiao laughed and said, "No need. It's not like we're going to remove any organs or anything. It's just taking something out of the flesh. For me, it's as simple as picking a thorn out of my finger."

Fu Ya said helplessly, "If you think it's feasible, that's fine, but you need to be careful about the degree of risk."

"I will."

After dinner, Rong Jiaojiao took out an antique jade box containing twelve deep-sea mithril needles arranged neatly.

She gently stroked the needle tip with her fingertips, and the silver needle immediately emitted a faint spiritual light. This was a birthday gift from Leng Tianze one year ago.