Ning Hao was also getting anxious. Actually, he wanted to go and help himself, but unfortunately, he didn't know anything about it. If you were to ask who in the family knew the most, it would be Jiang Qiao. Back then, it was Jiang Qiao who saved him.

“Third Aunt, don’t worry. You all know what I was like back then. I was barely clinging to life. It was Jiang Qiao who saved me. Look, I’m perfectly fine now. Just wait patiently. If you’re in a hurry, why don’t you go help my mother-in-law and the others with the fire?”

Song Lianfeng couldn't sit still any longer. She got up and went to the kitchen. "I need to find something to do. I'm really not confident about this—"

Du Chengsong's hand, which was smoking, was trembling slightly. Gu Zhengfeng patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, I know you're worried about the child. Don't worry, Chunming is a lucky person and heaven will help him. How did you guys persuade us back then?"

Back then, Jiang Qiao grew up with Chunming. All the children were fortunate, and Chunming was no exception. Plus, there was Master Hou in the house.

Du Chengsong sighed and nodded. "I'm not sure, but it's not that I don't trust Jiang Qiao. Master Hou said that only Jiang Qiao can come up with a solution, which is why we rushed over."

Logically speaking, I shouldn't come here on a day like this to bring bad luck to your family, especially since your child just got married. However, there's really no other way. Master Hou also said that only Jiang Qiao can cure Chunming—”

Gu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Brother, don't be so formal. We're all family, and none of us are superstitious. Qiao'er and Haozi don't care about this either. Don't overthink it. We don't care about this at all."

The others chimed in, "That's right. With us old men here, those crooked and evil things won't work. Just relax and wait for Qiao'er to treat Chunming. Have you eaten yet? You haven't eaten, have you? I'll go get you something to eat right now. If the child doesn't eat, you adults can't go hungry. We're counting on you to take care of the child. That's what you all told me back then, just wait—"

Du Chengsong tried to stop him, saying he couldn't eat, but Ma Liu disagreed.

“Eat what you need to eat. If Chunming wakes up and sees you all like this, the child won't feel good either. You all know how filial Chunming is. Just wait and see—”

Song Lianfeng couldn't really help much in the kitchen; she could only boil water. Jian Ling and Wen Jingwan were enough for her. She would just go over and talk to them to ease her mind.

When Song Lianfeng heard that Ma Liu was going to heat up their food, she felt embarrassed.

"Grandpa, let me do it. I can't let you do it. I can manage. To be honest, I really can't eat it, but Jianling and the others haven't eaten yet."

Jian Ling spoke up from the side, "Sister-in-law, the child is in such a state, how can we have time to eat? But I'm not worried because Jiang Qiao is here. The girl didn't say anything else, so it seems she can be cured. Let's eat something simple."

"Since you're here, don't be shy. We're all acquaintances, so let's not be so formal. Make the best of it."

Ma Liu clapped his hands and said, "Jian Ling was right after all. Listening to her advice was the right thing to do."

Wen Jingwan ladled the cooked medicine from the pot into a bucket. "Uncle Liu, go and check. The medicine is almost ready. When will it be ready over there? Don't let it get cold."

Ma Liu nodded. "Keep boiling. We need at least a large tub of water. Less than that won't be enough. You guys continue. Jian Ling, heat up the food. Jiang Qiao probably won't be able to finish it anytime soon."

Inside the main room, Ning Hao stood guard outside the door, watching Hou Diankui channel his internal energy into Jiang Qiao. His heart was pounding. The fact that the old man was doing this meant that Jiang Qiao's internal energy was probably running low.

With his eyes fixed on Jiang Qiao inside the room, Ma Liu also saw this scene when he came over.

He sighed and said softly, "Ever since the child recovered, she hasn't been properly nourished and has been out dealing with other matters. This time, let the girl take good care of herself. She knows how to do it herself. You just keep an eye on things from the side."

"If the girl doesn't recover, how can she be used like Old Hou? Jiang Qiao's internal strength isn't much different from Hou Diankui's."

Ning Hao knew a little about this. "I'll keep an eye on it from now on. Grandpa Liu, when did you say they'd be done? Chunming should be fine, right?"

Ma Liu sighed, "I didn't dare say it in front of those two, but what kind of place did Chunming go to? A place where people die."

Putting aside the mechanisms inside, just imagine, these dead people have been buried underground for thousands of years. What wouldn't they have?

Ning Hao nodded, then sighed, "I hope Chunming is alright, otherwise Jiang Qiao and Master Hou will definitely feel bad."

Ma Liu said with a worried look, "That's right, I hope Chunming is alright."

The two people stood guard outside, while the two inside were busy working. Ning Hao could see beads of sweat rolling down Jiang Qiao's cheeks, but unfortunately, he couldn't help much.

One can imagine how exhausted Jiang Qiao was when she treated herself; she was unconscious for a long time. How old was Jiang Qiao at that time?

Inside the room, Jiang Qiao gradually finished her practice and removed the silver needles one by one.

He glanced outside, nodded to Ning Hao, and said, "Master Hou, call someone in and take Chunming to the bathhouse for a medicinal bath."

As soon as Hou Diankui raised his voice, not only Ning Hao and his companion heard it, but even the people sitting on the kang next door quickly got up to help.

At this moment, Chunming looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his sweat was black.

Jiang Qiao and Hou Diankui wrapped the man in a sheet before letting everyone carry him out. After everyone returned, Jiang Qiao gave everyone a pill.

"The poison in Chunming's body is quite potent, so we should take precautions. We burned the bed sheets."

Hou Diankui handled the matter personally. What Song Lianfeng wanted to know most now was whether her youngest son had recovered.

Jiang Qiao was weak, but she still had the strength to speak: "Third Aunt, don't worry, Brother Chunming has taken a medicinal bath and some detoxifying medicine, he should be fine."

Fortunately, Master Hou was prepared and had already taken precautions before coming. Otherwise, even if I were very capable, there would be some things I wouldn't have been able to handle.

Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm a little exhausted. Could you make me some formula?

Before Wen Jingwan could even move, Shi Tou came in with a glass of milk. "Sis, your husband made this for you, drink it quickly—"

Jiang Qiao touched her younger brother's face, then took the drink and drank it all in one gulp.

"I need to rest for a while. You two can talk slowly, and we'll continue when I wake up—"

Everyone here knows that Jiang Qiao wouldn't have chosen to rest at this time if she wasn't extremely exhausted.

"Go ahead, go ahead, we'll keep watch over things here—"

Song Lianfeng and the others all know Jiang Qiao. Back when they treated Ning Ha, this girl was like that, and she was even in a coma for so long. Fortunately, she's alright this time, otherwise, the two of them would really feel guilty.