Qi Zhiheng had been busy refining medicine and strengthening his body these past few days and hadn't been home for a long time, so he planned to go back and visit that evening.

When Qiu Yuerong saw her son return, her smile broadened. Seeing her son's chubby face, she couldn't help but pinch it. "Zhiheng, your face looks much rounder these past few days."

Qiu Yurong had her fill of the action, but Qi Zhiheng was in so much pain he was wincing in pain. His body was still aching all the time.

Although he has adapted much better than at the beginning, Qi Zhiheng has also discovered that touching any object will aggravate the local pain.

Qi Zhiheng felt distressed, but not wanting to worry his mother, he simply said, "Grandpa's food is quite good."

After dinner, Qi Zhiheng went to the study with Qi Zhenhe. The middle of the month was approaching, and Qi Zhiheng wanted to see his father Qi Zhenhe's plans.

Inside the study, the father and son sat facing each other.

Qi Zhenhe spoke first: "Someone told me today that the meeting place for you two in the middle of the month is at Wangyue Pavilion. You can go there this afternoon, and I'll take care of everything else."

In Qi Zhenhe's memory, Qi Zhiheng was just a child—a little vain, concerned with his image, prone to causing trouble, and prone to tantrums; in short, not very reliable. Qi Zhenhe didn't intend to rely on Qi Zhiheng, as long as he didn't cause any more trouble.

When Qi Zhenhe told him that he was free to take care of things, Qi Zhiheng was happy to have some free time. The father and son chatted about their recent situations, and Qi Zhiheng said, "Dad, I've been studying pharmacology lately, and I've read quite a few books. Why don't you buy me a pill furnace?"

Qi Zhenhe looked as if he had seen a ghost, expressing doubt about Qi Zhiheng's desire to study medicine: "How many books have you read?"

Qi Zhenhe understood his son quite well; he only had a three-minute attention span when it came to serious matters. If Qi Zhiheng hadn't been reborn, he would probably still be the same kind of person.

Qi Zhiheng said, "I've read so many books." He had indeed read quite a few medical books in that attic, but fewer books from the Xuanling Continent. Qi Zhiheng didn't dare to say exactly how many he had read, because he wouldn't be able to answer if his father asked about the titles.

Qi Zhenhe's vague answer was misinterpreted as: he may have read one or two books, but said "many" to avoid being ridiculed.

Qi Zhenhe felt that his son couldn't do anything big, so he gave him some spirit pearls and told him to buy a medicine furnace himself.

Qi Zhiheng did this so that he could have some cover when he came into contact with herbs and the like in the future. He had thought about telling his family about his rebirth, but he was still afraid. He could never bring himself to say that he had caused his family to die tragically.

Moreover, there are all sorts of sects and royal families above them. To these people, the Qi family is nothing but ants. The more the Qi family knows, the more disadvantageous it will be.

It's better to become strong enough to protect your entire family; that's the most practical thing to do.

When the day of the appointment arrived, Qi Zhenhe simply told his son to go ahead, and that he would take care of the rest.

Qi Zhiheng was somewhat unsure whether his father knew that Xu Jin had a problem.

Qi Zhiheng asked, "Father, what exactly is going on? You have to give me a clear answer."

Qi Zhenhe hadn't told his son about the situation because he was afraid his son would give something away. When his son asked, he answered, "There are three people involved in this: Chen Taohai and Chen Zhi from the Chen family, and Xu Jin from the Xu family. I've already had people follow up with those who have been in contact with them, and I expect there will be an operation tonight. You can go to your appointment without worry, and leave the rest to me."