Chapter 7: Seven, Genius Chapter 7: Seven, Genius Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang exchanged a surprised look before once again picking up the flowerpot, intending to place it by the window. They still didn’t know what kind of herbal medicine this was, and having it by the bed was somewhat unsettling. It was one thing for them as adults, but as Xiao Ning was still young, it would be bad if the plant somehow harmed her.
Just as they lifted the flowerpot, “Wah!” the baby on the bed started crying loudly again.
“What’s going on? Why is Xiao Ning crying again? Could it be that she’s feeling uncomfortable?” Yang Lisheng put down the flowerpot, looking worriedly at the infant on the bed.
Li Meixiang stepped forward and reached out to touch Song Yan Ning’s forehead, “No fever, huh? And now the crying has stopped. Could it be that the child likes this pot of herbal medicine and started crying because you were moving it away?”
“That shouldn’t be.” Yang Lisheng shook his head, feeling that was unlikely. Xiao Ning was so young and without thoughts yet; how could she know what she likes or dislikes?
“Why don’t you try again?” Li Meixiang suggested to Yang Lisheng.
Yang Lisheng nodded and once more attempted to move the flowerpot.
Song Yan Ning felt an urge to roll her eyes, sighing helplessly in her heart and started crying loudly again. She didn’t want to cry, but she needed the Purple One Leaf, and crying was the only tactic she could employ now.
Seeing Song Yan Ning crying again brought a look of surprise to Yang Lisheng’s eyes. He put down the flowerpot and watched her. He still thought it was a coincidence.
Seeing Song Yan Ning sob softly a few times before gradually stopping, he became convinced.
“It looks like it really does have to do with this pot of herbal medicine. Maybe there’s a scent from it that makes Xiao Ning feel comforted. Old man, just leave it here,” Li Meixiang said. Once could be a coincidence, but not twice, or three times.
Yang Lisheng nodded, picked up Song Yan Ning’s hand, took her pulse to make sure she wasn’t sick, and then relaxed. “I’ll go look for some information about this medicinal plant.”
“Okay,” Li Meixiang replied with a smile, looking at Song Yan Ning with eyes full of indulgence. The child was truly clever, knowing how to fight for what she wanted from such a young age.
Seeing that Yang Lisheng was not moving the Purple One Leaf away any longer, Song Yan Ning relaxed, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes. The stamina of a baby is weak, and just crying a bit had made her feel tired.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the window. Qin Yushen opened his eyes, looked at the time, and sat up. Mom had told him after returning from the hospital the day before that they were going to visit the Song Family’s little sister today. He didn’t know why, but he liked that little sister very much and hoped to see her again.
After getting dressed, Qin Yushen came downstairs to see his parents chatting on the sofa, “Dad! Mom!”
“Yushen, go ahead and eat your breakfast first. Mommy has something to talk to you about later,” Liu Shanyue said. She had initially planned to visit Xinxin and her daughter at the Song Family’s home today, but she had just learned they had sent the little one to the countryside. Although the child was not pretty, how could they be so heartless to do that when she was still so young? This had changed her mind about visiting the Song Family. However, since she had already promised Yushen, she needed to inform him as well.
After finishing breakfast, Qin Yushen sat down next to Liu Shanyue, waiting for her to speak.
Liu Shanyue put down her cup and looked at Qin Yushen, “Yushen, the little sister has been sent away; Mommy won’t be taking you to the Song Family today.”
“Why send her away?” Qin Yushen looked at Liu Shanyue, a touch of puzzlement on his little face. He really liked that little sister, enjoyed the feeling when she held on to his finger with her tiny hand.
“You’ll understand when you’re older,” Liu Shanyue said as she gently ruffled Qin Yushen’s hair. She didn’t want to let Yushen know the reasons because those were signs of adult selfishness.
“Does that mean I won’t ever see that little sister again?” Qin Yushen couldn’t understand why he felt a sense of loss in his heart.
“Maybe you’ll meet her again,” Liu Shanyue replied with a smile.
“Mm,” Qin Yushen nodded, his heart carrying a tiny hope that one day he would see the little sister again.
Wildflowers dotted the hillsides, emitting a refreshing fragrance, while the trees stood lush and green, birds cheerfully singing in the branches—it was alive with the breath of nature.
Along the mountain path, two figures, one big and one small, strolled slowly.
Yang Lisheng stopped and turned to the girl beside him, “Xiao Ning, are you tired?” He truly adored his granddaughter to the utmost; she could recognize characters at the age of one, knew several hundred types of herbal medicines by the age of three, and by five, she had read all his medical texts. Although she was just seven now, her medical skill was no less than his—a real Little Genius.
But Xiao Ning was about to start elementary school, and he had made phone calls to Xinxin and Yufeng, but from what he gathered, they did not plan to take Xiao Ning back.
Looking at his well-behaved, intelligent, and sensible granddaughter, Yang Lisheng sighed in resignation. Even if Xinxin and the Song Family were not planning to take Xiao Ning back, he would provide her with the best education. He believed Xiao Ning was definitely more outstanding than her two older sisters and younger brother.
“I’m not tired, Grandpa. Let’s go check that out,” Xiao Ning pointed ahead, where she smelled the scent of ginseng. She had started following her grandpa to the mountains to gather medicine at the age of five. Initially, her grandparents had disagreed, but after her persistence, they reluctantly agreed.
Over the past two years, she had found several First-level Spiritual Grasses on the mountain, but they weren’t of much help to her current state, as she barely qualified as a Martial Artist.
“Alright!” Yang Lisheng nodded with a smile, taking Xiao Ning’s hand and moving towards the direction she had pointed. His granddaughter had a natural sensitivity to the scent of herbs and always managed to find some rare medicinal plants. Even he had to admire her; it appeared she was born for the art of medicine.
Xiao Ning halted, crouched down, and parted the underbrush to reveal a ginseng plant, “Grandpa, look, it’s a ginseng.”
“This ginseng is clearly of considerable age. Let me dig it out,” Yang Lisheng said, setting the bamboo basket he carried on his back aside, took out a small shovel, and crouched down beside the ginseng. The technique involved in excavating a ginseng was critical.
Xiao Ning quietly waited by his side. She had already detected that this was the only ginseng in the area.
After a while, Yang Lisheng finally unearthed the entire ginseng, handing it over to his granddaughter with delight, “Xiao Ning, look at this ginseng. It must be at least one or two hundred years old.” He had foraged in these mountains for many years and occasionally came across ginseng, but a century-old ginseng was exceedingly rare.