Chapter 126 - 110: It’s My Honor to Taste Mrs. Bao’s Cooking from Miss Lin
Chapter 126: Chapter 110: It’s My Honor to Taste Mrs. Bao’s Cooking from Miss Lin
Imperial Hospital, Gynecology Inpatient Department.
Lin Zhenxiang, dressed in a patient’s gown and carrying a three-tiered thermal container, found her way to a specific hospital room.
The door was ajar.
Hearing voices from inside, Lin Zhenxiang paused before she could knock.
"Dean Wen, is there really no other way?" the man’s voice asked, still clinging to hope.
A weary sigh was followed by another voice:
"Vice District Chief Luo, you should... prepare for the worst. The process of a Purebred carrying a Beastman child is incredibly difficult to begin with. Even though your wife’s strong will has gotten her through more than two months, her constitution has always been weak. She can’t endure this torment. If things go on like this, we won’t be able to save the baby, and she will be destroyed as well!"
Luo Xingyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, a tightly controlled reaction to his grief.
In the treatment pod beside him, a woman lay with sunken eyes and a haggard face. IV tubes were inserted into her hands and feet, and she appeared to be in a deep sleep. But she was so terribly weak, she looked like a corpse in a coffin.
Gazing at his wife, who looked as if she were being ravaged by some terminal illness, Luo Xingyu’s eyes filled with sorrow as a sharp pain lanced through his chest. A look of internal conflict suddenly washed over his stubbled face, replacing his previous exhaustion.
Two seconds felt like a century. Then, a sense of release washed over him as if he’d come to a sudden realization, and the tension in his expression eased.
’If I can’t force it, why make my wife suffer any longer?’
’I can’t lose them both!’
Just as Luo Xingyu was about to make his decision, Dean Wen suddenly spoke.
"Vice District Chief Luo, you were promoted from the Lower Star District..." Meeting Luo Xingyu’s dark gaze, Dean Wen offered a placating smile and explained calmly, "I don’t mean anything by that. I just wanted to ask... during your time in the Lower Star District, did you ever happen to... hear of a certain Master of Pharmacy?"
"The Medicine God?!" Luo Xingyu’s eyes flashed. Desperate, he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, his face lighting up with joyous expectation. "Dean Wen, I’m leaving Yunyun in your care! I’ll be right back!"
After entrusting his wife to Dean Wen, Luo Xingyu rushed off. He nearly collided with Lin Zhenxiang and her container on his way out the door. He offered a quick apology before striding past her without a second glance.
He was gone so fast that Dean Wen didn’t have time to stop him.
’There was still so much more he wanted to ask the Vice District Chief about that discreet Master of Pharmacy from the Lower Star District.’
Dean Wen did, however, notice Lin Zhenxiang at the door and greeted her politely.
"Miss Lin."
Lin Zhenxiang entered without an invitation, carrying her thermal container. She smiled, her expression more cheeky than demure.
"Uncle Wen, I’m one of Miao Miao’s classmates. You can just call me by my name."
Dean Wen of the Imperial Hospital was, in fact, Wen Miaomiao’s father.
’Classmates? As far as he knew, his daughter wasn’t in that class anymore.’
He feigned surprise. "Oh? So you transferred classes with Miao Miao, too?"
Lin Zhenxiang’s smile faltered. She hadn’t expected Dean Wen to know about Wen Miaomiao changing classes. She had assumed Wen Miaomiao would have hidden such a defiant choice from her family.
"Oh, you knew Miao Miao had changed classes!" Lin Zhenxiang said, feigning surprise before breaking into another mischievous smile. "I had no idea. I was even planning on covering for her!"
’To hear her talk, you’d think she and Wen Miaomiao were the best of friends.’
But Dean Wen knew a bit about the actual situation.
His daughter had suddenly become one of Lin Zhenxiang’s biggest haters. She didn’t just troll Lin Zhenxiang’s livestreams herself; she had recently organized an entire anti-fan group within their family. They had even prepared scripts of insults, just waiting for Lin Zhenxiang’s next broadcast to flood her stream and attack.
The whole affair had thrown the family into chaos. As her father, he’d already received numerous complaints, so it was impossible for him to be unaware of the feud between Wen Miaomiao and Lin Zhenxiang.
Yet here was Lin Zhenxiang, assuming Wen Miaomiao had kept him completely in the dark.
Lin Zhenxiang looked toward the woman sleeping in the treatment pod, her eyes filled with sympathy.
"This must be Mrs. Luo," she said, affecting a compassionate tone and lowering her voice. "Uncle Wen, I brought some food for her. I was wondering if she could..."
Dean Wen replied, "Mrs. Luo can’t keep anything down right now."
"Dean Wen, have you heard of Mrs. Bao? She’s gone viral online recently." Lin Zhenxiang held up the container as if presenting a treasure. "I followed one of her recipes. I think Mrs. Luo might find it appetizing."