USWHC -Chapter 275 I Don’t Want to Take the Exam! (Part 5)

After returning to her room, the first thing Zhu Jie did was not rest. Instead, she excitedly ran to the bottom of her wardrobe and began rummaging around for her money.

What? Had the four hundred taels of silver driven her crazy? Not at all. When she saw that the banknotes were still lying safely in the hidden compartment, she actually sighed in disappointment.

Disappointed that they hadn’t been stolen? Surely not, right? Yet Zhu Jie let out a faint sigh and looked out the window. At that moment, Huaihua happened to pass beneath it—but she didn’t even glance toward the window.

Wait… could it be that she did it on purpose?
Deliberately letting everyone know where the money was hidden?
Deliberately ignoring Huaihua and running out of the room first?

What exactly was she planning?
Wasn’t this practically tempting someone to commit a crime?

“Something’s wrong! Sis, Ji Yi—Ji Yi…”

Suddenly, Huaihua rushed in again, panting heavily as she shouted.

It had only been a day—what had happened to Ji Yi this time? Zhu Jie immediately became alert. Looking at Huaihua’s anxious expression—she seemed even more nervous than last time.

What was going on? Had Ji Yi gotten into trouble again?

Before Zhu Jie could ask, Huaihua blurted it out herself.

“Sis, hurry and go take a look! Brother Ji Yi has a nosebleed!”

A nosebleed? How could that happen? Did he trip while walking and smash his nose? That seemed unlikely—he wasn’t a three-year-old child!

Zhu Jie pondered silently, though she put on a very anxious expression. She rushed out the door in panic.

“Ji Yi—Yi~!”

Crying and shouting, she once again dashed into Ji Yi’s room, once again leaving Huaihua behind in her own room. And this time, she hadn’t even closed the wardrobe door!

As soon as she entered, she saw Ji Yi lying weakly on the bed again. Before saying anything, he started whining pitifully.

“This time I’m really going to die! I… I’m done for!”

As he spoke, Ji Yi removed the white cloth that had been covering his nose.

Oh my… this time it wasn’t just a few bloodstains on the cloth. The moment he took it away, blood from his nose flowed like a small stream, running past his lips and down to his chin.

That serious?

Zhu Jie’s eyes widened. Could he actually have been poisoned this time?

As she walked closer, she carefully examined Ji Yi’s nose. There was no wound.

Alright then—this time he hadn’t picked it until it bled.

Ji Yi cooperatively extended his hand, allowing her to check his pulse. At the same time, he pretended to choke back tears.

“I guess I’m just not meant to take exams… Why is my body so useless?”

After feeling his pulse for a while, Zhu Jie frowned.

“Your body isn’t useless,” she said. “It’s too strong.”

Huh? Ji Yi looked confused.

Then Zhu Jie continued, “What did you eat this time?”

She figured it out that quickly? Ji Yi pursed his lips, hesitating about whether he should confess.

But Huaihua suddenly exclaimed nervously.

“Ah! I remember now! This morning Brother Ji Yi asked me to buy him some red dates and longans. Could it be because he ate those?”

Yes—Huaihua had followed them over again. As for whether she looked inside the wardrobe… that would have to wait until Zhu Jie returned to her room.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jie’s face darkened.

“How much did you eat?” she asked Ji Yi.

“Two jin,” Ji Yi replied in a tiny, guilty voice.

But the moment he finished speaking, Huaihua cried out in shock.

“Ah! You ate it all? That was two jin of red dates and two jin of longans!”

Alright… Ji Yi had to add another line.

“Two jin of each.”

“You’re not afraid of eating yourself to death!” Zhu Jie snapped angrily, roughly tossing his arm aside.

Ji Yi stubbornly defended himself.

“But didn’t I bleed yesterday? I need to replenish myself!”

“Oh, so considerate of your health, huh?” Zhu Jie sneered. “Fine. If you want to eat so much, I’ll prepare even more for you!”

Then she turned to Huaihua.

“Stew a pot of white radish soup for him. It’ll cool down his internal heat.”

“White radish soup?” Ji Yi immediately protested. “Will that really work? Shouldn’t we call a real doctor? Who’s your master anyway? Didn’t they even teach you how to prescribe medicine?”

“The Barefoot Immortal, alright?” Zhu Jie replied proudly, though it was impossible to tell whether she was joking.

The Barefoot Immortal?

Heh… that meant she was a barefoot doctor.

Ji Yi instantly felt like crying. A barefoot doctor was the last person he wanted treating him—she was practically trying to torture him to death!

Seeing that Ji Yi still looked unhappy, Zhu Jie immediately put on a stern face and said fiercely:

“If you’re not satisfied with radish soup, I can switch it to croton seed soup. That’ll clear everything out of your system completely!”

Croton seed soup?

That suggestion sounded interesting.

Ji Yi’s eyes widened. “How about we try some?”

“You still want to take the exam or not?!” Zhu Jie snapped through clenched teeth.

The moment Ji Yi heard that, he nearly burst into tears.

That’s exactly the problem—I don’t want to take the exam!