"Your lover is frightened. When she comes out, put this red envelope under her pillow."
"There's a peace charm inside. My grandmother got it from the Chang'an Temple in Kyoto. You can sew it on your baby's clothes for a good omen."
Mr. Shen also realized that his wife had suffered an unexpected disaster tonight.
But Mr. Shen refused to accept the red envelope. He said, "What happened tonight is not your fault. It's that woman's bad heart. I won't accept the red envelope. The amulet is a good thing. I want to thank you two ladies on behalf of my daughter."
Mr. Shen insisted on not accepting the red envelope, so Chen He gave up.
She took out the cash, put the amulet in a red envelope, and gave it to Mr. Shen.
*
After all the hassle, it was already two in the morning when Chen He returned to Song Garden.
Song Jingcheng had already fallen asleep, but Su Jin was still awake.
She was still boiling medicine, and the whole building was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
The medicine was almost ready, and when it was time to turn off the fire, Su Jin stood by the stove and watched.
At this moment, she is watching Tik Tok to kill time.
"Grandma, what kind of medicine are you making?"
Su Jin turned off Douyin and waved to Chen He.
Chen He leaned over, took off the lid, and saw several dried insect corpses floating among the herbs.
Among them was a large centipede that was black in color and as long as two fingers.
Shen He's hands trembled, and she quickly put down the lid. She said, "This medicine is poisonous."
Su Jin explained, "This is medicine prepared for Taotao. I asked Xie Jin to go to Tulanhua's residence and found the mother insect in her room."
Su Jin opened the lid and pointed at the ball of white wool in the jar. She said, "This is the mother of the brain-eating worm. It can play dead, and when it does, it looks like a ball of white wool."
"This thing is usually kept in a dry wooden box, and you just need to feed it with a few drops of blood every once in a while."
Upon hearing this, Chen He asked, "If we can't find the mother insect, will there be no way to remove the poison?"
"That's not the case." Su Jin told Chen He, "The Brain Devourer is not as powerful as the Life-Suffering Gu. Even if you can't find the mother of the Brain Devourer, you can still train one yourself, let it swallow the one in Taotao's body, and then take it out."
"But that would take longer."
"Taotao's memory has recovered well recently, which means my previous treatment plan has taken effect. The poison of the brain-eating worm in her brain has begun to subside."
"That's good." Chen He yawned and managed to stay awake to tell Su Jin what happened tonight.
After hearing this, Su Jin couldn't help but sneer: "Xie Qian deserves it!"
"Whether Taiji is alive or dead, she had a smooth life before, but she will suffer more in the future. Even if she is released from prison in a few years, her future will be ruined."
"Of course." Chen He didn't care about Xie Qian's fate, but Uncle Xie.
"Uncle Xie has liver cancer and has also suffered a stroke. I'm afraid his condition will worsen after he wakes up and hears the news."
"What can we do?" Su Jin was quite open-minded. She said, "Jingcheng has done enough to the Xie family. Xie Qian deserves this."
"That Uncle Xie, does he really not know what kind of person his daughter is? He can't hide what he should know. If he can't accept the blow, it's just because he's psychologically fragile."
"If he can't hold on and dies, then our family will take care of his funeral properly, and we'll also be taking care of Xie Jing in his old age and seeing him to the end."
"He has to hold on. Our family will pay for his injections and medicines in the future."
"Don't think too much, everyone has their own destiny."
After hearing what Su Jin said, Chen He also let it go. "Grandma is really insightful."
Chen He accompanied Su Jin to boil the medicine before going to bed.
*
The next day, Chen He woke up and found Song Jingcheng wearing an overly formal black suit sitting on the chaise longue beside the bed, staring at her in a trance.
Chen He rubbed his eyes, stood up and leaned against the headboard, and asked Song Jingcheng: "Are you going to attend an important Chamber of Commerce event today?"
Song Jing answered irrelevantly: "Get up and eat first."
Chen He didn't think much about it. She got out of bed and prepared to go to the cloakroom to change clothes.
Before leaving the room, I suddenly heard Song Jingcheng say, "Wear black."
Um?
black?
Thinking of Song Jingcheng's outfit today, Chen He had a bad feeling in his heart.
She looked back at Song Jingcheng and realized that Song Jingcheng's expression was very complicated, and there was sadness in his eyes.
Chen He's mind sank, and he asked worriedly, "Jingcheng, is... is there something wrong at the sanatorium?"
Song Jingcheng sat silently on the chaise longue.
He sat upright, elegant and dignified, like a perfect statue.
In fact, he is the most perfect work carved by Chu Zhi herself.
After a long moment, he raised his head and looked at Chen He, his brown pupils filled with helplessness.
Like a lost child, he said hesitantly, "The nursing home called and said my mother passed away early this morning."
"...Dead?" Chen He thought he had misheard.
"Um."
"What time did you leave?"
"Half past five."
It has been three hours since Chu Zhi breathed her last.
Shen He subconsciously asked: "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
Song Jingcheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down several times before he said hoarsely, "I always feel like this is a dream, but I've been sitting here waiting for a long time and can't wake myself up."
"Miaomiao, she seems to be really dead." But Song Jingcheng felt disappointed, as if a bag of wet cotton was pressed in his chest, and suffocation enveloped him from all directions.
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