Bei Zhan, on the other hand, looked at Song Ci strangely. He asked her, "Sister-in-law, why did you want to remove your sweat glands when you're fine? You don't have body odor."
Song Ci lied and said, "I have two small tumors under my armpits. I'll feel more at ease if I remove them."
Li Li was a little surprised, "Can the tumor grow into the armpit?"
Song Ci: "I'm also surprised, but it just grew."
"Oh, so, then you should have a good rest."
After Bei Zhan and Li Li left, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Do you think Bei Zhan believes what I said?"
Han Zhan shook his head and said, "He's very cunning and won't believe it." But Bei Zhan is a smart man and won't ask too many questions. Even if he doesn't believe it, he has to pretend to believe it.
Song Ci was discharged from the hospital the next day.
Song Fei knew that Song Ci had had her sweat glands removed and felt sorry for her. When she came to see Song Ci, her car was filled with old hens, eggs, and other nourishing ingredients.
"Take good care of yourself. When we get to the Mo family, I'll help you get back at your wit's end." Song Fei sat beside Song Ci's bed. Her expression looked cold, but her eyes were filled with heartache.
Song Ci nodded, "Song Fei, once you enter the Mo family, you must win, and you must trample that bastard Mo Fengying under your feet!"
"...Okay." Song Fei responded weakly.
Back home, Song Fei opened the Chinese medicine book and got a headache when she saw the complicated names of Chinese medicinal herbs. Damn it, she couldn't remember them at all!
With her half-baked level, what can she use to fight against the Mo family and other contestants?
Song Fei was a little sad.
The Lantern Festival was drawing near. On the 14th day of the first lunar month, Song Ci had a meal of Yuanxiao (Chinese rice dumplings) with the children and Han Zhan. The night before their departure, Han Zhan had a long talk with Song Ci, explaining many things to her.
Song Ci was deeply shocked when she learned that Han Zhan had already laid a hidden line in secret. Why is Han Zhan so smart when they both have the same human brain?
The next day, Song Ci was drowsy and was sent to Song Fei's doorstep by Han Zhan.
Song Fei, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, carried a bag and dragged Song Ci to the airport. They flew to Chengdu and found the station listed on their tickets.
When the sisters arrived at the station, they met the other 29 contestants in the third waiting area of the station.
Each contestant brings an assistant.
The appearance of the Song Fei sisters attracted the attention of others.
Song Fei was the youngest virus expert, well-known in China. As soon as she arrived, she was immediately recognized. A man who looked to be in his thirties greeted Song Fei respectfully, "Teacher Song Fei, you're here too?"
Song Fei was young, and she was worthy of the title of teacher. She pulled Song Ci to sit in an empty seat, and then asked everyone, "Are you all going to the Mo family to study?"
"Yes, Teacher Song Fei, I didn't expect that you are not only good at virology, but also proficient in Chinese medicine. You are really promising at a young age! Young people nowadays are really terrifying!"
Song Fei's expression was calm, but she was complaining wildly in her heart: If you knew the true level of my Chinese medicine, I guarantee you would be shocked.
Song Ci was also dressed very modestly today, wearing a hat, and sitting next to Song Fei. She looked at the people studying with her and whispered to her, "Did you see? There's also a man in his fifties."
Song Fei glanced back and saw an old man. He was wearing a gray cotton coat and glasses, and at first glance he looked like a middle-aged man who loved quietness.
Among this group, Song Fei and Song Ci were the youngest and the few women. "Stay calm," Song Fei told Song Ci, "We're going to be in the top three."
Song Ci nodded, "Yes."
Song Ci never doubted that Song Fei could successfully make it into the top three. In Song Ci's eyes, her sister Song Fei was a genius, a leader in all aspects.
I have a mindless worship for Song Dynasty jade and Song Dynasty porcelain.
After waiting for over twenty minutes, the Mo family's special car arrived. It was a large bus with a light grey printed surface. Everyone boarded and found their seats.
The driver was from Sichuan and was very enthusiastic. He was naturally outgoing and polite. As soon as he got in the car, he bowed to Song Fei and the others and said, "It is my honor to serve you gentlemen and ladies. Everyone, fasten your seat belts, we are about to set off now."
Song Ci and Song Fei had already fastened their seat belts.
The car drove along the spacious provincial highway for a while before entering a winding mountain road. The mountain road was not just winding, but often had 120-degree turns.
The Song Dynasty porcelain and jade were still accustomed to it, but some people who rarely took mountain bikes had already opened their plastic bags and started vomiting. For a moment, the car was filled with a sour smell.
Song Ci's expression was extremely distorted. Song Fei quickly opened the car window to let in the cold wind and dispel the nauseating smell.
The car continued to sway for another hour and a half, and the people who were carsick vomited bile. When we got off the car, everyone's legs were shaking.
Song Ci and Song Fei stood in the least crowded area, looking around at the small town before them. It was a typical market town in a remote mountain village, probably the only one of its kind within dozens of kilometers.
There were many people in the town today. Song Ci saw many elderly people carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, shopping on the street. She stopped an old woman and asked her, "Auntie, is it market day in this town today?"
The old lady rarely saw a girl as beautiful as Song Ci, and she was very enthusiastic. "Little girl, are you from another place?" The old lady spoke in authentic Trumpian dialect.
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