Chapter 66 A Birthday Gift for Her Baby

That day, after Shang Youqing returned to the botanical garden from the Phil Theater, he took off his gloves and clearly felt his skin was burning very hot.

The dense feather roots were looming along the blood vessels, eager to pierce the epidermis. Shang Youqing had to gather his weak spiritual energy to heal for several hours before he could barely suppress the backlash that was trying to surge up.

She asked the servant who was responsible for taking care of her daily life in the botanical garden for some sewing materials.

In the next two days, apart from the daily maintenance work in the botanical garden, Shang Youqing stayed in her room and carefully prepared a birthday gift for her baby.

She knitted two fluffy little phoenix-shaped backpack pendants.

One is a baby phoenix with a cute bow tie on its mane and scarf, while the other baby phoenix has a small skateboard decorated with colorful candies on its wings.

Shang Youqing carefully knitted the two small plush pendants according to the sketch she drew. During this period, Dr. Zhen came over twice, but Shang Youqing declined and postponed the treatment again.

It wasn't that she completely ignored her heart meridians. She just thought that her body had just started to backfire in the past two days, and forcibly using spiritual energy to heal and suppress it would be enough to support her until her birthday.

When she gets to the birthday party, she will give the little one a birthday present and personally say happy birthday to He Zhimo. It will not be too late for her to rush back for treatment then.

Even if her heart meridian had suffered more serious and irreversible damage due to excessive backlash by then, she would not be unable to bear it. It would just be more painful than before and the treatment would take longer.

But she didn't want to miss this only chance to accompany He Zhimo on his birthday.

She owed He Zhimo too much.

Even if it's just this one chance to make it up to the baby, it's worth it.

And Shang Youqing did manage to hold on until the little boy's birthday.

During the few days since she regained consciousness, Shang Youqing's heart meridians had been suffering from the continued aggravation of the backlash, with new cracks appearing all the time. Shang Youqing had been using her spiritual energy to heal and patch up the cracks in her heart meridians, but fortunately, she finally managed to hold on until this day.

Shang Youqing immediately made a video call to Shang You, who was far away in Beijing, to wish him a happy birthday.

In addition, she packed the small plush pendant she had woven for Shang You in advance and gave it to Xiao Ni, who came to deliver the new seedlings, and asked him to help her send it back to China.

After all, she herself couldn't be sure how long she would be in a coma during this treatment.

Afterwards, Shang Youqing changed into a more formal suit with jade buttons. In order to avoid being noticed by the father and son, Shang Youqing also put on some light makeup to suppress the paleness and sickness on her face.

Shang Youqing wrapped the small gift and put it into a gift bag. When he was about to leave by car, Mu Jiuhan drove over and blocked the car that Shang Youqing called.

Mu Jiuhan took the seat next to her, looked her over without disguising himself, raised his eyes and smiled and asked -

"You are dressed so beautifully, where are you going, little junior sister?"

Shang Youqing glanced at the time on his phone, ignored him, and asked the driver to drive.

Mu Jiuhan seemed very casual about this and let the car start and set off. With a wicked smile still on his lips, he looked at Shang Youqing's beautiful face, which was whiter than snow, leisurely and continued.

"Doctor Zhen said that Junior Sister postponed her original treatment for four days."

Shang Youqing: "I remember before I agreed to help you cultivate the Psylocke, one of the three rules I made with you was not to interfere with my personal freedom."

Mu Jiuhan hummed and said, "I did promise Junior Sister, but Junior Sister, have you forgotten? The premise of not interfering with you is that you cooperate with the treatment of your body."

As he spoke, he leaned his upper body slightly towards her, his handsome face slowly growing a hint of coldness. "Junior Sister, you knew that the treatment at the end of the month couldn't be delayed, yet you postponed it for four whole days. What's the matter, Junior Sister, are you trying to save your life?"

Shang Youqing knew why Mu Jiu was so angry, so he just sneered, "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements with the butterfly garden in advance to ensure that those psionic butterflies can develop and grow normally during my treatment."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiuhan's already evil and cold eyes narrowed fiercely, "Why do you think I..."

He blurted out something, but for some reason he stopped mid-sentence. He laughed in anger, and soon sat back down with a sullen smile, changing the subject in a cool tone:

"The Kehe Hotel in Wencheng is very lively today. I heard that He Cong held a grand birthday party for his son there. So, Junior Sister, are you also going to celebrate Young Master He's birthday?"

Shang Youqing: "I advise you not to ask about things you shouldn't ask about—"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Youqing suddenly paused and smelled a strange smell in the air.

She realized that Mu Jiuhan had deliberately gotten angry when he approached her just now to lower her guard, and she almost immediately raised her fingertips to gather spiritual power.

But at this moment, it was as if all the strength in my body was drained away, my vision went dark, and I suddenly fainted...

Shang Youqing didn't know how long she had been unconscious. In her confusion, the conversation between her and the baby chick kept echoing in her mind.

-I will go on the young master's birthday.

-Really?

-Yeah, it's true.

…

All of his internal organs seemed to be bruised and bleeding from the backlash, leaving no part of his body unharmed.

But even so, Shang Youqing forcibly awakened that wisp of spiritual consciousness from his chaotic and weak heart meridians.

On a cold and damp rainy night, Shang Youqing suddenly opened his eyes, his messy hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and he sat up from the bed.

She was surrounded by the pungent smell of medicine and had needles stuck on the back of her hand.

Shang Youqing swallowed hard to smooth out the sore throat, tore off the needle on the back of her hand, and felt around in the dim light with her cold, dry hands. She quickly found her cell phone and turned on the screen.

The dazzling white light reflected on her cheek, and Shang You clearly saw that the time displayed on the screen was past twelve o'clock.

It's already 1:15 in the morning...

Shang Youqing's drooping eyelashes trembled, he took a deep breath, threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

She found the birthday present thrown in the corner of the room and changed into the suit she wore during the day.

When she went downstairs, perhaps because no one expected that she would regain consciousness in the middle of the night during treatment, there was only one caregiver in the room, dozing off on the sofa downstairs.

Shang Youqing quietly walked around behind the escort and drove away the only car parked outside the housing area.