RYEY -Chapter 417 Reed Blade Pills

Hu Lata sat soaking in the wooden tub, feeling the energy in the water. The dissipated vital energy slowly replenished, causing all the pores on his body to open.

The comfort of being bathed in a spring breeze almost made him fall asleep. No wonder Cheng Qiao had been chosen by the higher-ups—she could heal superhumans.

Looking at the water, now a dark, inky mess, Hu Lata suddenly regretted not cleaning himself before soaking. Such waste of water!

Cheng Qiao, however, didn’t care at all. The water was only dirty—it could still be used to irrigate the fields, helping crops grow strong.

Cheng Qiao went to the kitchen. It was already late; it was time to cook. Though she had endless food in her spatial storage, Ye Xiaolin and Uncle Lata still needed a proper meal.

She simply cooked rice and dishes using water from her space. Uncle Lata, having been beaten and injured while protecting her, had no right to complain about using space water.

Hu Lata changed into Li Huan’s clothes, feeling a bit awkward. Li Huan’s build wasn’t small, but his clothes looked a little short on Hu Lata.

“Uncle Lata, I’ll have Aunt Wang make you two sets of padded jackets,” Cheng Qiao said.

Hu Lata shook his head. He actually had a uniform, but in his position, not wearing it was safer. Since Cheng Qiao wanted to make him clothes, why not let her?

“Cheng Qiao, listen to me. In a few days, go back to Hexi with Xiao Dan. There are still our people there—they’ll protect you. I need to take this guy to the capital and have the organization pry information out of him.”

Cheng Qiao nodded repeatedly. These villains had been stealing our country’s intelligence. As a nation of courtesy, of course, we would repay them in kind.

A big bowl of pork dumplings came out of the pot. Cheng Qiao also made chicken soup with water from her space. Hu Lata’s nose twitched constantly, and his Adam’s apple moved up and down with every swallow.

“You guys eat first. I’ll take these dumplings and chicken soup to Li Huan,” she said.

Hu Lata nodded repeatedly, but his hands kept moving—these dumplings were too delicious, and the chicken soup… how could it taste so good?

“Mm… Comrade Xiaolin, do you know what’s in this soup? Why does it taste so… fresh?”

Ye Xiaolin took a bite as well. When he had eaten at his Uncle Ye Jun’s home, it had tasted the same. Back then, he had asked his uncle about it, and his uncle had only smiled, telling him to eat more and not ask questions.

Now he understood. All these foods were made by Cheng Qiao, and she must have used some treasure from her medical inheritance to make them.

“I don’t know either. It’s the first time I’ve eaten something this delicious,” he fibbed. He didn’t want Cheng Qiao to reveal too much—she was his uncle’s disciple, essentially like a younger sister to him.

Hu Lata pursed his lips. He immediately saw through Ye Xiaolin’s lie. Not a good habit, but Comrade Xiaolin was admirable—taking responsibility for his father’s duties was a life-threatening task, and he respected him.

Cheng Qiao entered her own room and saw Li Huan lying on the kang. She couldn’t help but smile. She had forgotten that a person shouldn’t soak in water for too long—what about eating, drinking, and other bodily needs?

“Qiao, everything went smoothly?”

“Pretty much. Eat a little first. Don’t soak during the day, or you’ll end up waterlogged.”

Li Huan nodded. He indeed felt puffed up, a bit swollen from soaking. Lying on the hot kang, he still felt the lingering chill deep in his bones, but it was much better than yesterday.

“Still cold? How does it feel compared to yesterday?”

Cheng Qiao placed her fingers on his pulse, carefully feeling the changes. Compared to yesterday, his pulse was much stronger.

“Still a bit cold, but really much better than yesterday,” he said.

He remembered being frozen stiff all over his body—the suffocating sensation still haunted him.

“When Little Red Head wakes up, I’ll draw it out again. This cold poison should be neutralized by then.”

“Mm, even if Little Red Head doesn’t wake, I can soak every day, that should work.”

“You’re not allowed to do that again. You know I can hide in my treasure, yet you still blocked me.”

“I forgot. As long as I’m here, I won’t let you get hurt.”

Cheng Qiao felt her heart warm. She lightly leaned on Li Huan’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“It’s really good having you here,” he said.

“Mm, me too. You sleep first; I need to take care of something.”

“Can you tell me what it is? Is it dangerous?”

“Not dangerous. I’m just repaying him in kind.”

Li Huan understood. Seeing Cheng Qiao leave, he put on a padded jacket, sat up, crossed his legs, and clasped his hands tightly, trying to use the breathing exercises book Hu Lata had given him, slowly cultivating energy.

Cheng Qiao went to the backyard and entered her space, arriving in front of the small cabin. She clasped her hands, hoping this poison would work, letting the guy in the backyard taste what it felt like to have cold poison penetrate the bones.

She entered the cabin, circled the screen wall, and approached a drawer. Opening it, she found a dozen black pills inside.

Excited yet cautious, Cheng Qiao took out the prepared porcelain jar and tweezers, placing each black pill carefully into the jar.

Counting as she went, there were twenty-four pills in total. Twelve Reed Blade fruits had been converted into twenty-four cold poison pills—not bad. She decided to name this poison pill the Reed Blade Pill.

She closed the drawer. The dents on the surface transformed into three golden-glowing characters: Reed Blade Pill. Cheng Qiao exhaled, holding the porcelain jar as she left the space.

Smiling, she walked step by step toward the agent. Wearing a mask and gloves, she poured a black pill from the jar, pried the man’s mouth open, and dropped it in.

Unlike health pills, the Reed Blade Pill dissolves immediately upon entering the mouth. If not swallowed or chewed, it won’t dissolve. If he didn’t swallow it and spat it out once conscious, it would be bad.

As a medical prodigy, Cheng Qiao had the skill to make him swallow it. She hid the jar, lifted the agent’s nape with one gloved hand, and with the other hand guided the pill down his throat into the stomach.

She then dragged him to the main hall, planning to observe the effects of this poison carefully, not wanting to keep opening doors to check repeatedly.

The agent finally woke from the cold that had penetrated his bones. Relying on the willpower of a superhuman, he struggled to open his eyes. Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, he gave a bitter smile.

He still couldn’t escape the karmic retribution of being killed by others. He tried to count how many people he had killed: one, two, ten, fifty…

Never mind—he couldn’t calculate it anyway. His body was freezing, trying to consolidate his vital energy, when he suddenly realized that his energy seemed to be drawn away by something.