Bai Yin laughed maniacally, looking at Su Qinghe as if she were some rare treasure, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent.
Su Qinghe silently took a few steps back, feeling somewhat uneasy.
"Hahaha... Come on, I'll take you to the herb field now. You can stay here for lunch later, and after lunch I'll teach you the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine."
He pulled Su Qinghe out, shaking his head from time to time.
"Oh my! Why don't you just move to the pharmacy for the whole month? We can't waste a single second of such a short time. The Seven Kill Pavilion is so big, you can memorize a lot more prescriptions every day while traveling to and from it!"
"Anyway, Ling Feng is going with you, so you'll have plenty of time to be together in the future. Being apart for a month won't matter; it can even strengthen your relationship, right?"
Su Qinghe refused, so he even sent someone to inform Ling Feng to move all of Su Qinghe's belongings over, showing a firm attitude.
Su Qinghe was helpless, and Ling Feng had no objections. In the end, Su Qinghe didn't even leave the pharmacy for a whole month.
That day, Su Qinghe was studying the prescriptions as usual. Behind her was a whole wall of medicine cabinets, and Bai Yin was standing beside her.
"Are you going to add poison? This black poison herb is extremely poisonous, and the angelica and angelica in your prescription... these are all non-toxic, and their medicinal properties don't conflict with each other."
Seeing that Su Qinghe was still adding medicinal herbs to her pen, but the more she added, the more chaotic it became, Bai Yin's eyebrows furrowed into a line.
More than half a month has passed, and he has taught her almost everything he needed to. With her photographic memory, she can easily remember the original prescriptions, and in the last two days, she has started to work on new prescriptions on her own.
Su Qinghe gave him a mysterious look, fanned the ink off the paper, turned around and climbed the ladder to get the medicine.
She thought that her primary purpose in studying medicine was to protect herself, and her secondary purpose was to help Ling Feng with his childbirth.
She had asked Ling Feng before, and he said there was no such thing as anesthetic here. She also asked him if he knew anything about datura, but he said he didn't.
It wasn't until she read those medical books that she learned that the datura from her previous life was called "black poison grass" here. This kind of thing didn't exist in Dawu; it only existed in Jinfeng, further south.
Fortunately, the Seven Killings Pavilion has a branch in Jin Feng, so there are quite a few in the Black Poison Herb Hall.
It took Su Qinghe almost two hours to make the medicine she wanted.
Holding a large bowl of pitch-black powder, she turned her head and looked at Bai Yin with a smile. "Old Bai, go catch me a sheep, okay?"
Bai Yin looked distressed. "The sheep are so fat! One sheep can feed us for several meals. Couldn't you use a chicken to test for poison?"
Su Qinghe smiled but didn't say anything, and Bai Yin had no choice but to take her to the backyard.
The first trial ended in failure, but Su Qinghe buried himself in hard work. After countless adjustments to the formula and trials, he finally succeeded in making Mafeisan.
She left the prescription for Bai Yin to study, and on the last day before their agreed departure, Su Qinghe finally returned to Ling Feng's residence.
"You finally decided to come back?"
Hearing footsteps, Ling Feng looked up, his gaze fixed on Su Qinghe's face. He was somewhat excited, but his words were sarcastic.
Su Qinghe walked slowly to the table and waited until she was behind the man before speaking.
"Why do you sound like a lovesick husband in his boudoir? What's wrong? Missing me?"
She reached out and pressed her hand on the man's shoulder, bending down to press her face close to his ear.
Ling Feng's breathing became erratic for a second, and he quickly lowered his head to flip through the book in his hands.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm very busy, so I won't have time to think about you."
He flipped through the book so hard it made a rustling sound, but he didn't absorb a single word.
Su Qinghe chuckled softly, turned her head, and fixed her gaze on the red mark on the back of his neck. She reached out and gently touched it.
Ling Feng trembled, nervously shrank his neck, and glared stiffly at Su Qinghe.
Su Qinghe flicked her nails, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Is that area very sensitive?"
Ling Feng's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm and turned his head back.
"You're overthinking it. The neck is the most vulnerable part of a person's body, and people like us need to be especially careful. I'm just not used to people touching that area."
His voice suddenly turned cold and stern after he finished speaking. "You'd better not touch it, or I might lose control and hurt you. It wouldn't be good if you accidentally hurt someone."
"Really?" Su Qinghe said with a mocking expression, and reached out her hand again the moment he turned his head away.
The man shuddered again, this time standing up abruptly. "I told you not to touch there!"
He glared at the woman in front of him, who had a smug, infuriating smile, but he didn't know what to do.
He couldn't beat her in a fight, and she wouldn't listen to him. What could he do?
A strong sense of grievance welled up in Ling Feng's heart. He quickly turned around, feeling his eyes throbbing.
Su Qinghe seemed to be deep in thought. After not seeing him for a month, she felt that the man in front of her had changed a lot. If she wasn't mistaken just now... he was about to cry, wasn't he?
Could it be that pregnancy has caused your emotions to become unstable?
Su Qinghe was too lazy to think too much about it; if a man wanted to cry, she could just coax him.
She pulled him into her arms and, before he could react, bit him.
"Uh-huh!"
Ling Feng couldn't help but gasp in surprise, his legs went weak, and he almost slipped to the ground if Su Qinghe hadn't been supporting him.
Before he could react, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, and he couldn't even stop them.
Seeing this embarrassing side of Ling Feng, he could no longer hold back and vented his grievances.
Why are you bullying me like this!
He suppressed a low growl, glared at Su Qinghe, and reached out to try to push her away.
Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Su Qinghe quickly moved on to the final phase of coaxing and educating.
She held him tightly in her arms, and no matter how hard Ling Feng tried, he couldn't break free.
"Let me go!" Ling Feng stared at her coldly.
Su Qinghe remained calm and did not let go.
“I am your wife, this is just normal fun between husband and wife, why are you so resistant?”
"Since you've already decided to live with me, you should get used to this kind of life. What haven't I touched you in? Why can't I touch you here? I'm making it clear to you today that I'll only touch you in this spot from now on!"
As she spoke, Su Qinghe quickly lowered her head and took another peck.
Ling Feng trembled again, but this time he stopped struggling and buried his head in Su Qinghe's arms without making a sound.
Su Qinghe paused for a few seconds, then looked up and revealed the man's face.
"Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? I didn't bully you. If you don't believe me, go back and ask your mother and father if this counts as bullying."
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