Dinner tonight was quite light.

Of course, only Gu Bin and Yu Yuehui had light meals. Xie Yan's food was quite good. Although it was relatively light, light does not mean it was not nutritious or not tasty.

Yu Yuehui killed a large rooster and made chicken soup for Xie Yan without adding any seasonings.

In the kitchen, the stove fire roared, illuminating Yu Yuehui's busy figure.

She put the chicken in a pot of cold water, added ginger slices, scallion segments and a little cooking wine. After the water boiled, she skimmed off the foam, blanched it for 3 minutes, took it out and rinsed it with hot water, and drained the water. Her movements were skillful and smooth.

Place the chicken in a soup pot, add enough water to cover the chicken. Add ginger slices, scallion segments, shiitake mushrooms, and red dates. Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer and cook.

Gradually, the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of chicken, making one's mouth water.

Simmer over low heat for 2 hours. At this point, the chicken will be tender and the nutrients will be fully infused into the soup.

Open the lid, skim off the surface oil, add a handful of goji berries, simmer for another 10 minutes, and then remove from the pot.

Without any added salt or other seasonings, Xie Yan initially thought it wouldn't taste good, but after just one bite, she couldn't help but widen her eyes – it was truly a delicious, original chicken soup.

It was incredibly delicious. Not only was the chicken soup flavorful, but the chicken meat was also incredibly tender and flavorful. It was exceptionally good. Xie Yan took a sip of the chicken soup, and the delicious taste instantly blossomed on her tongue, sliding down her throat and warming her heart.

He picked up another piece of chicken, took a gentle bite, and found the chicken to be perfectly tender, with every strand soaked in the essence of the broth. Its deliciousness was in no way inferior to any chicken he had ever eaten before.

Xie Yan looked on with admiration, giving Yu Yuehui a thumbs up and saying with full respect, "Wife, you're amazing! You didn't add any seasonings, yet you managed to make the chicken taste so good. I'm completely impressed!"

This sincere praise made Yu Yuehui's lips curl up slightly, revealing a shy smile.

The aroma wafted into Gu Bin's nose. He sat to the side, staring longingly at the chicken in Xie Yan's bowl, his throat bobbing up and down as he swallowed, barely managing to resist reaching out and grabbing it.

Xie Yan had intended to generously share some with everyone, but upon seeing the empty pot, he sighed.

Yu Yuehui's portion this time was incredibly precise, with not a single bit of excess.

He could only sigh silently in his heart, giving up the idea of ​​sharing, and telling himself: Just this once, next time I will definitely eat with everyone!

After finishing his meal, he smacked his lips, still savoring the delicious taste.

He had always thought he was a heavy-flavor person who couldn't live without spicy food, but this time he was shocked to realize that he had no resistance to any kind of delicious food.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and into the room.

Yu Yuehui got up early, took the ointment, and gently changed Xie Yan's dressing.

This time, as Xie Yan requested, half of the ointment was his own homemade ointment, and the other half was brought by Liu Yihong.

Xie Yan was filled with anticipation. He wanted to see how his ointment differed from the master's. Of course, he was confident that his ointment was no less effective than the one Liu Yihong had brought, but facts speak louder than words.

We need to let everyone witness it with their own eyes to understand, right?

However, just one day later, the result was a huge surprise to him.

Xie Yan was shocked to discover that Liu Yihong's ointment was significantly more effective.

This was a significant blow to him. Leaving aside the technical aspects, the main blow was to his belief. He had always firmly believed that his medical books were invaluable, but this ointment dealt him a heavy blow, leaving him completely stunned.

Ignoring his own pain, he anxiously opened the book on medicine making, checking it word by word, not missing a single detail, and even holding Liu Yihong's ointment in his hand to study it repeatedly.

After a whole day of studying, Xie Yan finally found the difference.

Xie Yan suddenly realized that he had been completely lost, his mind a complete blank.

He foolishly applied his past life's novel reading experience to the real world, naively believing that the medical books he obtained at this time were priceless treasures, and that the prescriptions recorded within must have unparalleled, top-tier medicinal effects.

It's also because his previous life's ideas had poisoned him too deeply. He was convinced that few Chinese medicine practitioners on the market were truly skilled, forgetting that this was the real world, not a fictional plot in a novel.

In an era in which the tradition of traditional Chinese medicine has never been interrupted, the medical books he obtained were really nothing special.

Modern TCM practitioners are all truly skilled. Those doctors who can open clinics and practice medicine have all started learning medicine from a young age. Their skills are superb, and they have accumulated many years of medical experience, curing countless patients.

Sigh! Thinking of his past life, Xie Yan felt a pang of grievance and helplessness.

In her previous life, Xie Yan suffered from severe menstrual cramps and visited countless hospitals, both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, trying every possible treatment.

He has drunk countless Chinese medicines, spending tens of thousands of yuan, but to no avail. Every time menstrual cramps strike, he still writhes in pain on the bed. He still can't forget that despair and helplessness.

This ointment, however, was like a blow to his head, making Xie Yan realize that our traditional Chinese medicine was so powerful when it was still in use!

Take this ointment for example. Compared to the one he made himself, it only has two more ingredients, but these two ingredients have significantly improved the pain relief effect and accelerated the wound healing process. It's simply amazing. He was filled with shock and admiration.

As for the specific proportions, Xie Yan studied it for a long time but was still completely clueless.

Now, Xie Yan realized that experience and knowledge are equally important in medicine. However, this did not dampen Xie Yan's enthusiasm for studying medicine. On the contrary, it made him more determined to study hard and master it.

Such a powerful traditional Chinese medicine should be passed down.

In the afternoon, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew.

Yu Yuehui's friend Zhang Shiyu, whom she mentioned last time, has returned. Yu Yuehui, carrying a deerskin, went to find her with great joy.

Upon meeting her, Yu Yuehui was momentarily dazed. Zhang Shiyu was still as beautiful as ever, her smile as radiant as the warm spring sun, seemingly able to dispel all the gloom in the world.

Zhang Shiyu was also taken aback when she saw Yu Yuehui.

The Yu Yuehui before me, though still the same person, has undergone a complete transformation in both physique and demeanor. The former Yu Yuehui always exuded a sense of despondency, showing no interest in anything and seemingly content with just getting by.

But now, she exudes youthful vigor, especially her eyes, which are bright and full of love for life.