RYEY -Chapter 490 Invited Up the Mountain

“Grandma, would you like to come home with me?”

“Miss, there’s no need. I know my illness. Don’t waste the country’s money. Let me go back early to reunite with my husband and son.”

“But if you go back, what about your only grandson?”

The elderly woman froze. Her expression immediately fell. Her husband and three sons were all soldiers who had sacrificed their lives for the country, leaving only her grandson to rely on her in their hometown.

Who would have expected she would get stomach cancer? Cancer is incurable. She was willing to leave this world, but she couldn’t bear to leave her ten-year-old grandson behind.

“Here, take this pill. It will ease your condition.”

Cheng Qiao took out a health-preserving pill. While it couldn’t cure cancer, it supplemented the missing elements in the elderly woman’s body and significantly boosted her immunity.

With enhanced immunity, her body’s ability to fight cancer cells would improve. Combined with some unique treatment methods, defeating cancer could become reality, not just a dream.

“Miss, how much does this medicine cost?”

Seeing a box of fragrant, round, exquisite pills, the elderly woman felt uneasy. They looked expensive, far beyond what she could afford.

“This is a gift for you. There are ten pills in this box. Take one per day. After ten days, I will see you again and decide whether to continue medication or perform surgery.”

“Surgery? What kind of surgery?”

“To remove the cancerous part of your stomach, and you will be cured.”

Hope sparkled in the elderly woman’s eyes. She understood Cheng Qiao’s meaning: it was like trimming away the rotten part of a cabbage to restore health.

The students in the audience were stirred—surgery, removing cancerous tissue? This was Western medicine! They were here for a Traditional Chinese Medicine exam. How could Western medicine be introduced?

Yet the principal nodded repeatedly. Whether Chinese or Western medicine, if it benefits the patient, it can be used. The integration of Chinese and Western medicine had been pursued for years—it was just that Cheng Qiao proposed it today.

The principal copied Cheng Qiao’s prescription once again. While the patients received the medicine, they would give the prescription to the pharmacy, which would return it to the principal.

Ultimately, these prescriptions would reach the patients who needed them, appear in hospitals, and in the school library—a great benefit for the country and its people.

After seeing twenty patients, it was already three in the afternoon, three hours later than yesterday. There was no choice; these were critically ill, patriotic patients, deserving of meticulous care.

“Oh, you’re here.”

Backstage, Cheng Qiao spotted Li Huan immediately. There was no way to miss him—his appearance stood out sharply among the men.

“Someone invited us up the mountain. I came to get you.”

The auditorium fell silent. Everyone looked at Cheng Qiao and Li Huan. That incredibly good-looking man just said someone invited them up the mountain? What mountain? Mount Tai? There was no Mount Tai here.

“I’ll go with you too.”

Ye Chengying stood, lightly brushed nonexistent dust from his hat, and spoke casually—but Cheng Qiao and Li Huan sensed the tension in his voice.

“You go ahead. We’ll study the effects of these prescriptions on the patients.”

The principal, knowing the matter was serious, quickly distributed the prescriptions. The doctors came back to their senses but could not focus on reading them.

“Master, yesterday was internal and external medicine, today is terminal illness. What patients tomorrow?”

“Ask him.”

Ye Jun pointed to Ye Chengying. Tomorrow’s patients were arranged by him. Ye Chengying lowered his head solemnly; they were all soldiers afflicted by a foreign virus.

Although he knew that just one Rebirth Pill from Cheng Qiao could relieve their suffering and save lives, the pill was extremely rare. He couldn’t risk giving away the last one—after all, his two sons were also soldiers.

“What poison? No one can cure it?”

“They’re all chemicals developed externally, some impossible for us to detect or produce.”

Cheng Qiao nodded. She didn’t know if the antidote pills from the lab would work. If not, she would try acupuncture, antidote pills, and spatial water.

“Let’s go. Don’t keep them waiting.”

Outside the auditorium, a military jeep waited. Wu Hongxin’s service soldier saw Ye Chengying get in and quickly opened the door. Cheng Qiao and Li Huan sat in the back, Ye Chengying in the front passenger seat.

The soldier was nervous. Ye Chengying was Yao Peng’s man. Sitting in the front seat today, he hardly dared to drive.

“Drive carefully. Don’t disgrace your general.”

The soldier immediately straightened, his expression serious, and focused on the road. The jeep slowly moved, gradually leaving the Traditional Chinese Medicine University behind.

Wu Hongxin had already heard the news and was deeply impressed. Cheng Qiao had given a box of health-preserving pills to a martyr’s widow. Such precious medicine, just given away—truly admirable.

“Add two more dishes. I’m hosting very important guests—don’t let me down.”

Wu Hongxin’s voice rang out loudly as he called toward the outside. Someone immediately ran toward the kitchen at a trot. A few extra dishes were to be added—today’s guests were extremely important.

“Have the principal prepare the graduation certificate, have the Medical Bureau prepare the medical practitioner’s license, and have the special department prepare the work booklet.”

Wu Hongxin shouted again. The orderlies sprang into action at once—those who needed to make phone calls did so, and those who needed to go down the mountain to fetch documents hurried off. They had to deliver these certificates to Cheng Qiao after she finished eating, letting her choose freely.

Cheng Qiao, who had already been led into this setup, didn’t mind at all. She had understood Wu Hongxin’s intentions long ago. Coincidentally, she needed that spy’s corpse.

With that corpse, Li Huan’s growth speed would surely increase exponentially. This was the main reason she was willing to cooperate with Wu Hongxin.

“General Wu, we meet again.”

Li Huan got out of the car first, took a few quick steps forward, and grasped Wu Hongxin’s hand as he waited at the courtyard gate. Wu Hongxin’s originally warm hand was seized by Li Huan’s icy-cold one, and a wave of extreme chill surged into his palm, making him shiver involuntarily.

The look in his eyes as he regarded Li Huan changed. No wonder this fellow had been taken in by Hu Lata as his disciple—and the only disciple at that. Such temperament and character—too resolute, too capable of enduring hardship.

“Comrade Li Huan, how is your body now?”

Wu Hongxin was already shivering from the cold. This wasn’t ordinary cold—it penetrated to the bone, even making his bones ache. Yet he had no intention of letting go of Li Huan’s hand.

Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Li Huan quickly withdrew his hand. If he really froze this old general, the one who’d end up exhausted would be his wife—definitely not worth it.