After seeing that the traces left by Huang Zhiyuan had been destroyed, and seeing that the place was empty, I wasn't too disappointed.
It can only be said that they discovered it too late; the item had already been taken by someone else.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli searched the vicinity again, but found nothing.
With no other option, the two had to give up.
"It's possible that they've found that group."
"Let's find a way to investigate those people Huang Zhiyuan mentioned in the letter that made him suspicious."
This is the only thing we can do for now.
Back home, Jiang Ci took out the photo again, looked at what the jade seal looked like, and pondered something.
Zhou Mingli noticed her staring intently at a photograph and went over to ask, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Ci glanced at him sideways and asked, "If there's no negative, is it possible to make extra photos out of this kind of picture?"
Zhou Mingli: "I'm afraid not."
Decades from now, this technology could easily refurbish or copy old photos, but right now they don't even have computers, let alone software to copy photos; it's simply impossible.
Jiang Ci sighed, "Then I'll just have to draw it myself."
Zhou Mingli raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
Jiang Ci, seeing his disbelief, asked, "Do you think I can't draw?"
Zhou Mingli: "Never seen it before."
Jiang Ci crossed her arms and asked, "Do you know who painted those paintings in the villa's living room?"
The villa they lived in was designed by Jiang Ci herself, and she was the one who added things to it. Zhou Mingli had carefully examined every part of the villa's design and naturally remembered those paintings.
While those paintings may not be particularly exquisite or realistic, they certainly have a distinctive personal style.
There was no signature, only a simple date record.
Zhou Mingli was genuinely surprised this time. "You drew this?"
Jiang Ci slowly curled her lips and said in a casual tone that this was just a small matter, "It's just a simple sketch. Drawing that kind of thing is as easy for me as drinking water."
How much of that statement was exaggerated is something only Jiang Ci himself knows.
Zhou Mingli noticed her eyebrows were raised and followed up with her question, "Then can you draw the imperial seal in this photo?"
Jiang Ci was waiting for him to say, "It's a small matter!"
Zhou Mingli's smile deepened. "I'll go get you some paper and a pen."
Fortunately, the family bought paper and pens to teach the two children, otherwise Jiang Ci would have had a hard time drawing.
Zhou Mingli quickly brought the items over.
Jiang Ci sat at the table, comparing the items in the photo to the others. After a long while, she glared at Zhou Mingli and said, "Can't you go do your own thing?"
Zhou Mingli stood behind her, his presence so strong that Jiang Ci couldn't concentrate on her painting at all.
Zhou Mingli chuckled softly, his chest heaving several times. He took a step back and said, "Fine, you draw, I'll go cook."
Jiang Ci finally calmed down after the troublesome person left.
Although the final product has little to do with the original, the necessary details in the photo are still shown.
After seeing Jiang Ci's painting, Zhou Mingli commented, "It's incredibly lifelike."
He added, "If you're bad at it, practice more."
Then Jiang Ci, the person involved, grabbed him and beat him up.
Zhou Mingli accepted everything.
As for the subsequent beating that unknowingly took a turn for the worse, with Zhou Mingli holding her hand and kissing it, deliberately putting her hand inside his clothes and letting him knead it at will to vent her anger as a form of self-punishment, that's another story.
Jiang Ci didn't know if Zhou Mingli was in pain from being kneaded, but judging from Zhou Mingli's expression, he seemed to be enjoying it.
Jiang Ci pondered this for a minute and concluded that it was not a punishment for him at all!
Jiang Ci tidied up the messy clothes, her lips were rosy red, and her eyes were sparkling. She urged him to cook.
She sat at the table, wrote a letter to Li Ailian carefully, and sealed it in an envelope along with a drawing she had made. After delivering lunch to Mr. Cheng, her family went to town.
Firstly, the letter needed to be sent out, and secondly, Jiang Ci's medicine had run out.
Zhou Mingli believes that traditional Chinese medicine treatment requires continuous treatment, which necessarily includes taking medicine every day without fail and going for follow-up visits.
So after Jiang Ci sent the letter, Zhou Mingli took Jiang Ci and the two children to the town hospital.
Zhou Mingli and Jiang Ci also brought a gift for Dr. Jiang—a sausage that Zhou Mingli made himself.
Zhou Mingli put the items in a cloth bag and placed it on Dr. Jiang's desk.
At that time, there were no rules against doctors accepting gifts.
Dr. Jiang glanced at her, said nothing, and gestured for Jiang Ci to sit down.
After taking Jiang Ci's pulse, he looked at the two children who were noticeably fatter and more energetic than before, and finally stopped being sarcastic towards Zhou Mingli.
"You're doing well. Your period should be coming soon. I'll adjust your medication a bit, so please keep taking it."
Jiang Ci nodded, indicating that she understood.
"Come pick up your medicine before 4 p.m., it'll cost nine yuan."
It was two yuan more expensive than before, but Zhou Mingli didn't ask why. He simply took out a five-yuan note and four one-yuan notes from his pocket and gave them to Dr. Jiang.
Dr. Jiang glanced at Zhou Mingli. "Aren't you even going to ask me why I gave you extra money?"
Zhou Mingli said self-deprecatingly, "You are a doctor, and I am an outsider who doesn't understand. Of course, if you are willing to tell me, that would be fine too."
Dr. Jiang chuckled, bent down, opened the drawer, and took out several boxes.
Two boxes of donkey-hide gelatin and three cans of milk powder.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli were both stunned when they saw these things.
Dr. Jiang pointed at Zhou Mingli and said, "If it weren't for the fact that your family really listened to what I said, I wouldn't have bothered to do all this for you."
"The donkey-hide gelatin is for your wife. Don't give her more than two pieces a day, otherwise she won't be able to handle the nourishment. The milk powder is for the children. It comes with a bottle. Make a bottle for both children every day and let them share it. Make sure they eat more meat and grains. Only when they get enough nutrition will they be smarter and healthier."
Because there are only three cans of formula, and the two children's appetites are gradually increasing, three meals a day won't be enough for several days.
This Dr. Jiang looks like a strict old man, but he is surprisingly kind to people.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli were grateful for this favor, so they naturally had to be even more careful in their treatment of Dr. Jiang.
"Don't worry, we will definitely follow your doctor's orders."
After Jiang Ci, Zhou Yang, and Zhou Miao finished their examination, Zhou Mingli asked them to wait for him outside. Zhou Mingli then sat down and asked Dr. Jiang to take his pulse.
Dr. Jiang glanced at him and said, "If you want to have another baby, you'll have to wait until your wife has recovered."
Zhou Mingli: "..."
His unsatisfied desires were so obvious that even Dr. Jiang could tell at a glance.
"No, that's not what I meant." Zhou Mingli said helplessly but frankly, "Mr. Jiang, I had a tubal ligation done some time ago, but I didn't go to the city for a follow-up check. I would like to ask you to take a look and see if there are any problems after the surgery."
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