How Old Are You?

With these thoughts, Xu Guangyi couldn't help but feel frustrated. "But what if we can't reach her? We don't know what's going on with her at all."

In reality, it wasn't that Tang Qiao didn't want to contact the Ordinary Streaming platform; she simply had a lot on her plate.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the villa...

Jiang You extended his wrist, and Tang Qiao sat cross-legged on the carpet, taking a deep breath. As their time together grew, her concern for Jiang You deepened day by day. During their first meeting, she could calmly assess his pulse, but now, she found herself slightly nervous.

After a few moments of deep breathing, Tang Qiao regained her composure. She placed her slender, fair fingers on Jiang You's pulse, which was weak...

Tang Qiao concentrated, her brows furrowing. It was indeed the M toxin, but there was something peculiar about his pulse. After a considerable pause, she withdrew her hand.

"How is it?" Jiang You inquired.

"It's confirmed to be the toxin M," Tang Qiao responded.

Jiang You already know this. "Jiang You, how old are you now?" Tang Qiao asked out of the blue. While the toxin M was unmistakable, Jiang You's pulse sometimes resembled that of a 12 or 13-year-old, and at other times, that of a person in their twenties. It was truly baffling.

"I'm twelve years old," Jiang You replied. This body was indeed only twelve years old, so it wasn't a lie.

"I initially thought you were only eight years old, but your pulse suggests an adult's..." Tang Qiao mused, scratching her head. In her previous life, she had majored in medicine, dabbling in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine. While her expertise lay in Western medicine, specifically cardiology and neurology, she had a profound understanding of both fields.

Jiang You's heart raced, and hopes flickered within. While many doctors could diagnose the poison, only Tang Qiao could determine the specific type just by examining his pulse. Perhaps... Could his illness be treated?

"Seventy percent," Tang Qiao suddenly declared.

Jiang You's heart pounded with anticipation.

Tang Qiao continued, "Medicinal food is warming, but you can't smell the medicinal aroma. I'll prescribe a new medicine with milder properties, but the treatment duration will be extended."

"Alright."

On East Street.

The street was lined with various Chinese medicine shops. Tang Qiao chose one and entered. The elderly shop owner, with a few silver strands in his hair, sat with his eyes closed, gently fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan.

"Boss, I've come to purchase some medicine," Tang Qiao said as she handed over the prescription.

The boss adjusted his reading glasses and set aside his fan. "Eh? Aren't you the young girl who came here for medicine the last time?"

"Boss, you have a good memory," said Tang Qiao.

The boss grinned and complimented, "No, no. It's because you're good-looking. There aren't many good-looking girls who come to a Chinese medicine shop to buy herbs."

Tang Qiao smiled in response.

The boss then began to read the prescription. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Little girl, the Panax notoginseng you want is currently out of stock in our shop." The Chinese medicine business was not doing well, and there were few medicinal herbs in the warehouse. The stock of Panax notoginseng had been sold out some time ago.

Tang Qiao frowned and inquired, "Do you have other herbs?"

"Yes," the boss replied. He adjusted his presbyopic glasses and continued, "I can contact the headquarters if you need it. However, it'll take two to three days to deliver the goods."

"Alright, thank you," Tang Qiao said appreciatively. She knew that the herbs in this Chinese medicine shop were of good quality and had a wide variety. Finding satisfactory herbs elsewhere might be a challenge, so she decided to wait for two or three days.

The boss then asked his apprentice to fetch the herbs for Tang Qiao, cautioning her, "Little girl, there are so many medicinal herbs here. You must not mix them up."

"Don't worry," Tang Qiao assured him as she left the Chinese medicine shop with her herbs.

As Tang Qiao walked away, a black business car approached from afar. Yu Qingmu, sitting in the back seat, happened to catch a glimpse of Tang Qiao's side profile and was momentarily stunned.

"Director Yu, we're here," the assistant said as the car stopped in front of the Chinese medicine shop.

Yu Qingmu, still lost in thought about what he had just seen, pushed open the car door and watched Tang Qiao's figure gradually disappear around the corner.

"Director Xu?" the assistant called out.

Yu Qing Mu snapped out of his reverie. He must have been mistaken. After all, Qiao Qiao was infatuated with the Xia Family's kid. How could she have dyed her hair back to black? He walked toward the Chinese medicine shop.

Upon seeing Yu Qingmu, the boss stopped waving the cattail leaf fan and greeted him with surprise. "Director Yu, you're here?"

Yu Qingmu nodded. Then, the image of the girl he had seen earlier flashed in his mind again. He couldn't help but ask, "Is that little girl just now coming to buy medicine?"

The boss confirmed, "Yes, someone at home is probably sick. She buys a lot of medicine every time she comes."

"I see," Yu Qingmu replied, realizing that he must have mistaken her for someone else. He decided that he would visit Feng City First High School on Monday.