enjoyebooks Chapter 7 clearly shows that he hit his head.
Chapter 7 clearly shows that he hit his head.
Xia Li held up a radiograph larger than her own face. She tilted her head, her silver hair slipping down her shoulders, and for the first time, a different expression appeared on her small face.
...Three parts bewilderment, five parts doubt, one part nonchalance, and one part feigned profundity.
Xia Li held the film up to her eyes, then moved it further away, repeating this several times before finally stopping.
"...Is that me in there?"
"It's obvious, this is you."
"It's obvious this isn't me." She shook her head, lightly tracing the outline of the bones with her fingertips, her tone certain. "The body structure is similar, but the way the light and shadow are presented is wrong. Is this... some kind of necromancy? Or a divination chart?"
"This is your X-ray image; the white areas are your bones."
"But it was laughing, and I don't remember laughing."
"The skull... or rather the skeletal structure, can appear to be smiling from certain angles."
"Yours too?"
"..."
Song Che felt his patience being ground to powder by a strange creature called "Xia Li".
My skull not only laughs, it fucking dances.
Song Che almost got tricked by her. "Don't worry about laughing or not, just listen to what the doctor says."
This time, to prevent the prince from suffering internal injuries in silence, he gritted his teeth and demanded a full-body checkup. Two thousand silver dollars—Song Che felt as if his heart and wallet had been simultaneously emptied.
What else is there to say? The money is all yours.
Xia Li's attention was quickly drawn to the medicine cabinet.
Leaning on her cane, she slowly moved to the glass cabinet, leaned slightly forward, her nose almost touching the glass, and examined the various medicine bottles inside one by one.
Many of the ingredients listed and their names were things she had never heard of in her century-long career in pharmaceutical manufacturing.
As is customary, she should buy a few bottles now and take them back to the lab to analyze the ingredients, try to replicate or improve them, and then... let Song Che test the medicine.
Song Che's heart suddenly raced, and the dead memories, carrying the strange scent of the potion, began to attack him.
[Song Che, it's time for your medicine. This time it's the recipe to make glow-in-the-dark flowers bloom on your fingertips...]
[have eaten.]
How are you feeling?
[My fingers are glowing like fireflies and starting to harden. Do I need photosynthesis, Your Highness? Never mind, just water me anyway; they say they've taken root...and can't move.]
Everyone else is just showing off, but Song Che is just pretending to be fancy. From then on, he vowed that he would rather face a dragon than drink Xia Li's newly developed Gou Ba Magic Potion.
You absolutely cannot stay in a hospital.
I glanced at my phone; it was 10 p.m.
He looked up, ready to take the cane and tell Xia Li to leave.
Xia Li was struggling to lift her constantly slipping pajama bottoms with one hand, while leaning on her cane with the other, bending over to examine a row of cephalosporin bottles.
Her silver hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her profile.
Seemingly noticing Song Che's gaze, she turned her head, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, her eyes looking straight at him, the words "want" clearly written in her eyes.
Song Che shook his head firmly.
Xia Li shook her head, mimicking his gesture.
Song Che: You can only choose one: fish or medicine.
"Can't we have both?"
You can't have your cake and eat it too.
"I don't want bear paws," Xia Li replied immediately, her brows furrowing slightly. "What does that have to do with me wanting medicine?"
Xia Li completely failed to understand Song Che's meaning. She was a very straightforward person, and she interpreted words literally. Xia Li's language system had clearly not evolved to the point where she could understand that "bear paw" symbolized "medicine".
However, this is a good thing for Song Che, as he loves to bully honest people.
"Do you really want it?"
"...You can wash the dishes."
She immediately offered what she considered the most valuable exchange.
"No need to wash the dishes." Song Che took two steps closer, lowered his voice, and said in a coaxing tone, "If you're good, we'll buy them. Will you be good?"
Xia Li was clearly taken aback.
She straightened up, released her grip on her waistband, and her pants immediately slipped dangerously down a bit. She quickly grabbed them again and then froze like a hamster.
Obeying is usually something a junior says to a junior. The witch has never listened to anyone's orders in her life, not even the king. But if she obeys, she can buy magic potions. It's not an unreasonable request. He even helps her cure her illness. Thinking about it this way, Song Che is probably just afraid that she will cause trouble and buy fake medicine or dangerous things.
After a long and arduous process of calculation, Xia Li finally came to a conclusion.
He's actually a really nice person.
"I will obey."
"Listen to me, we won't buy it."
Song Che lifted the bag of medicine in his hand. "These medicines are all yours. Cephalosporins won't cure your leg pain, and they'll permanently shorten your lifespan by one year."
"Okay, then I won't buy it."
Xia Li agreed, but something felt off. Assuming the outcome was correct, if she obeyed, she could buy it. Song Che said, "If you obey, we won't buy it." If she obeyed, she couldn't buy it. So, if she obeyed... could she buy it or not?
The derivation might be incorrect; let's try again.
Xia Li counted on her fingers, calculating the derivation results one by one, her eyes filled with stubbornness.
...Where exactly did things go wrong? Assuming the result is correct, then I'll just follow the instructions...
She blinked, then blinked again.
Her clumsy CPU is smoking...
"Stop counting, Xia Li." Song Che nudged her arm as she started arguing with him again. "Money shouldn't be spent recklessly. This isn't money I earned myself. I'll buy it for you when I earn more."
His voice softened.
Song Che's family was not wealthy; in fact, they were quite poor. His parents had no education or opportunities and earned their meager wages through hard labor. Song Che was reluctant to spend more than necessary.
"Whose money is this?"
"Damn it, there might also be Dad's secret stash of money."
Xia Li knew the concept of money: it was difficult to acquire and quickly consumed.
"But is there a difference in magical properties or market value between secret stash of money and ordinary money?" she asked humbly.
"It's not much different. Usually, Mom manages the money, and Dad can only hide some..." Song Che's voice trailed off. "Of course, I have reservations about this. I think men should also have financial autonomy, at least they should have enough pocket money."
Xia Li felt like her thoughts were getting tangled up. Her mother controlled the money, her father hid the money, and her son wanted money... The rules for distributing money in human families seemed more complicated than a magic potion recipe.
Managing money sounds like a hassle, and she has never liked dealing with such trivial matters.
Song Che thought for a moment and put it another way, "The person who manages the money needs to be responsible for the family's expenses, reserves and unexpected situations. They need to be quick-witted and selfless. Managing money is tiring, but it can ensure that the money is not spent recklessly."
"……oh."
Xia Li was confused, only understanding who was in charge of the money and who was giving it to her. So she quickly decided that if she could earn money in the future, she would hand it all over to Song Che to manage.
This eliminates the hassle of management and eliminates the need for manual processing of payments.
Once her leg injury heals, she will return to her old ways, accepting bounty commissions and earning gold coins through her skills to change her current somewhat passive situation.
While Xia Li was pondering who should manage the money, Song Che had already picked up his crutches and paid the remaining medical bills.
"Here's your crutch, use your right arm for support." Song Che held a medical clamp in his hand and had several rubber bands in his pocket, which he had asked the doctor for earlier.
"Just clip it yourself, clip it where the rope is tied."
Xia Li did as instructed, her movements were a little clumsy but very earnest.
Secure the waistband with clips, then pick up the cane.
Instantly, the pain in my right leg was relieved, and the waistband of my pants, which had been leaking air, was firmly secured.
She slightly widened her eyes, looked down at the clip, then weighed her cane in her hand, a hint of curiosity flashing across her face.
It turns out that besides relying on magic, there are such ingenious things that can solve practical problems.
Song Che ignored her expression of discovering a new continent and picked up the bag of medicine: "There's a restaurant near No. 1 Middle School that makes pretty good grilled fish. I'll take you there to try a... new way of cooking fish."
Upon hearing about fish and the new cooking method, Xia Li's attention was immediately drawn.
She adjusted her cane and obediently followed, temporarily putting aside the complicated logic problems and the novel medicine bottles.