But after he finished speaking, Bi Qiaoan laughed, "It's only because we have a trump card that we dare to say such things. Otherwise, look at them, who would think that being sick is better than not being sick?"
Shen Yanming hummed in agreement. "Currently, this disease seems to have no other effects besides making one look ugly, but it's hard to say whether it might worsen."
Bi Qiaoan disagreed, "Even if it doesn't worsen, it could still cause serious consequences. For example, it's so hot outside, if the abscess ruptures, could it become infected with bacteria and cause other diseases?"
Do you remember how many people died of multiple organ failure when the HZ virus ravaged the country last year?
Shen Yanming paused, somewhat annoyed that he had overlooked the hidden risks. He nodded. "You're right!"
He then took out two packets of medicinal herbs from the footrest of the electric scooter. "In that case, let's prepare more pills to boost immunity and reduce inflammation and kill bacteria."
Bi Qiaoan used her senses to look at them, and then asked in surprise, "How did you bring them back?"
Shen Yanming smiled and said, "Otherwise, they'll just gather dust in the rest room. Besides, we don't have maternity leave. Even if you've just given birth, you still have to help. If we don't use these materials, I'm afraid the medicinal herbs in the space will be too potent and they'll notice something amiss."
Bi Qiaoan nodded and reached out to take the two bags. "Give them to me. I'll sort them out and go get the medicine ready in a bit."
Shen Yanming dodged slightly. "You should use your consciousness to take them to the study. By the way, this time it seems like you'll be the one operating the whole thing. My body is in a state of flux, so it's best if I don't touch these things for now."
“Okay, sure.” Bi Qiaoan expressed her understanding, but still added, “However, you can observe and provide guidance from the sidelines.”
Shen Yanming didn't refuse. After watching the things in his hand disappear, he grabbed a medical mask from the storage area, put it on, and then protected his hands before entering the mobile villa.
I went to check on the two little ones first and found them awake, babbling and looking at the toys hanging from their cribs.
Shen Yanming stepped forward, wanting to kiss and hug the little baby, but he didn't dare.
He didn't even dare to get too close, stopping two or three meters away from the crib, and kept saying through his mask, "Babies, I'm your dad. Have you been good today? Did you fuss? Do you want some milk? Do you need to poop?"
Bi Qiaoan watched from behind him, feeling that her husband was about to explode with idiocy.
She shook her head and went to the kitchen to get busy.
Shen Yanming said his skin might develop pustules. Although it wasn't necessarily a good thing that it didn't, Bi Qiaoan still decided to cook something light. The rest, she'd leave to fate.
So, Shen Yanming experienced the joy of being a herbivore that night.
Vegetable salad, fruit platter, plus two steamed buns—it really wasn't meat at all.
He was somewhat resentful, but after seeing his wife's dinner, which was exactly the same as his, all his complaints turned into a large appetite.
Sigh, this is the first time I've ever eaten such a vegetarian meal, but my wife has been eating vegetarian food lately.
Joan hasn't had fish soup or pig's trotter soup for two days because they taste terrible without salt.
Although he disagreed, his wife said, "Anyway, they're all for increasing milk production. My breasts are full every day, so there's no need for me to drink these specifically."
Shen Yanming wanted to say no, but his wife's accusing gaze silenced him.
Every time he puts on a stern face, his wife cries and says, "If I drink any more, my milk will get engorged. The babies are still small and have limited appetites. I can't increase my productivity and then waste it, can I?"
Shen Yanming's eyes flickered, and he really wanted to say, "It won't be a waste, I want to try it." But under his wife's clear gaze, he felt a little embarrassed and dared not say such a suggestive thing.
As Shen Yanming ate his steamed bun, he pondered these thoughts, occasionally glancing at Bi Qiaoan's chest. He noticed it was bulging and even slightly damp.
Realizing he was having some inappropriate thoughts, he ate his steamed bun even more vigorously. At the same time, his cheeks and ears were flushed, and he felt like his whole body was on fire.
However, since Shen Yanming looked like this when Bi Qiaoan saw him at noon, she had no doubt that the conversation had veered off to some indescribable things.
After dinner, Bi Qiaoan cleaned up the kitchen, fed the babies and changed their diapers, and then prepared to go to the study to make medicine.
Shen Yanming, on the other hand, had been sitting on a small stool in a daze since he finished eating.
He dared not touch anything, fearing that he might make a mistake and leave germs or something in the mobile villa, causing disaster for his wife and babies.
Although the spiritual spring water existed, he dared not place all his hopes on it without testing its effects. Again, what if it didn't work?
Bi Qiaoan could sense his restraint, but she was powerless to do anything about it. She could only sigh and tell Shen Yanming to go to the study to make medicine.
But Shen Yanming, sitting far away in the study, acted as if the person laughing and joking with her at the dinner table was someone else. Little did she know, Shen Yanming was still regretting his habitual behavior.
There was no way around it; I was used to it. So, I naturally sat down opposite my wife, and we started chatting as we ate.
So, he later reflected that he needed to correct his subconscious behavior, otherwise he would probably have no choice but to have contact with his wife.
The two worked together seamlessly, one fiddling with the medicinal herbs in front of the equipment, the other offering guidance. Their excellent teamwork allowed them to quickly produce a batch of pills. By then, it was already late at night.
Shen Yanming decided to sleep in separate rooms from Qiao An so that he could avoid his wife if he had an attack.
Bi Qiaoan didn't stop him. After changing the sheets and blankets for him in the guest room, she went back to the master bedroom to play with the two little ones.
Shen Yanming didn't know when his wife and babies had fallen asleep, but he couldn't sleep in the guest room, tossing and turning. Partly, he wasn't used to not having his wife with him, and partly, he was worried about the progression of his abscess.
I picked up the alarm clock from the bedside table and glanced at the time; it was already 12:30. The room was brightly lit; if I hadn't seen the exact time, I wouldn't have believed it was midnight outside.
He got up, tiptoed out of the guest room, and listened for a long time at the door of the master bedroom. After seeing that there was no sound inside, he rode his electric scooter to the storage area and exited the space from there.
The dormitory was quiet and dark. Shen Yanming turned on the living room light and then picked up his phone to read the news.
It turns out that farces have occurred all over Qinghua Kingdom today, and there are quite a few things like "zombies".
In many of these places, bloodshed occurred because people with normal skin, upon seeing people with faces covered in pustules, instinctively sensed danger and attacked first.
Although it didn't take anyone's life, it caused them considerable harm.
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