Chapter 670: 561 Help with the bath, the entire ancient medical field is begging for Boss Ying’s favor [1 more update]_2

“Too slow,” Ying Zijin paused, “there’s so much that can’t be done.”

“No need to rush,” Fu Yunshen replied indifferently, “what’s meant to be will definitely come back.”

After finishing the meal, Ying Zijin returned to the sofa to watch TV.

Fu Yunshen placed the bowls and chopsticks into the automatic dishwasher, “Need any help with anything else?”

Ying Zijin put down the Piggy Pillow, contemplating for a moment, “There is something.”

Fu Yunshen nodded, “What is it?”

“Don’t want to move, help me take a bath.”

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

Fu Yunshen’s first thought was that the Ji family’s villas were plentiful.

The one they were currently staying in was not the same set as Wen Fengmian’s and Wen Tinglan’s.

“Yaoyao,” Fu Yunshen rubbed his forehead, smiling helplessly with a lowered voice, restraining himself, “Do you really understand what you’re saying?”

“I know, just a bath,” Ying Zijin glanced at him, “Why do you have such a big reaction?”

Her abilities in Divine Calculation had been sealed since she suffered physical damage from calculating that mysterious location.

These past few days, she would definitely lie down if she did not need to sit up, and she indeed got lazy with other things whenever she could.

“Men and women should maintain a distance.”

“Mhm, I know, that’s why I’m asking you, aren’t you my boyfriend?”

The girl’s voice was steady, but each word seemed to stir a flame at the tip of his heart.

In the end, Ying Zijin spoke as if deep in thought, “Don’t tell me, you hope I’ll ask someone else?”

Fu Yunshen completely conceded defeat.

He had no way to refute her words.

But if he were to bathe her, he would be the one tormented.

Fu Yunshen took a trip to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later, “The hot water is ready, there are towels, new ones. I’ll hand you the clothes, wash by yourself.”

Ying Zijin reluctantly agreed, “Alright.”

After a pause, she asked, “Does the scientific research company under the Venus Group have an automated bath machine?”

Fu Yunshen’s expression became slightly complex, “That’s for the elderly and disabled, Yaoyao you–”

“Get me a set,” Ying Zijin changed into slippers and walked into the bathroom, her voice fading, “As long as it can help me bathe.”

“…”

Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows rose as he picked up his phone and made a call to the Chief Financial Officer Ian, “Send me information on the automated bath machine.”

“I manage finances, and I’ve become your errand boy!” Ian’s voice showed he was choked up with suppressed anger, but he had no choice but to comply, “Alright, bro, I’ll send it right away.”

Soon, a file was sent to Fu Yunshen’s phone.

The information was introduced as follows.

Lie inside, press the switch, and the machine will automatically apply shampoo and shower gel for you, followed by rinsing and drying.

In addition to bathing, it can also perform SPA treatments.

Fully automatic service, enjoy the entire process, you deserve it.

Reading this introduction, Fu Yunshen fell silent.

So, besides being a means of transportation, he was now an automated bath machine.

**

The evening of December 31st.

The old homes of the Mu and Nie families were empty, as everyone had gone to watch the live version of the General Television Station’s New Year’s Eve gala.

Meng Qingxue had not heeded the Great Elder’s advice and had snuck out again.

But when she arrived at the Mu family mansion, she drew a blank.

There was no trace of Mu Heqing, not even Mu Cheng; only Steward Mu was there eating dinner with the other servants.

Since Mu Heqing had withdrawn, Meng Qingxue had been the one treating his illness, until later when it was cured by Ying Zijin.

This was known by everyone in the Mu family.

As Steward Mu managed the affairs of the Mu family, he naturally recognized Meng Qingxue and was surprised and mostly anxious, “Miss Meng?”

The last time Meng Qingxue suddenly started vomiting blood, it truly terrified Mu Heqing.

Fortunately, the Meng Family did not come looking.

Meng Qingxue was disappointed not to see the person she was looking for. She pursed her lips, “It’s nothing, you go ahead and eat. I’ll be leaving now.”

Steward Mu didn’t dare to have any contact with Meng Qingxue and watched her leave.

“Miss, you should head back,” the guard said, glancing at the sky, “It’s going to snow, and you can’t withstand the cold.”

Turning her head, Meng Qingxue found herself staring at a large screen across the street.

On the big screen was the live broadcast of the General Television Station’s New Year’s Eve gala,

The camera panned to the VIP seats and happened to capture Fu Yunshen.

Meng Qingxue recognized the girl sitting next to him; it was the same girl she had seen at the Mu family that day.

“No wonder he doesn’t return to the Ancient Martial World.” Meng Qingxue murmured, “It’s because he has such a good life in the Secular World, and that girl is better than me.”

The guard frowned, “Miss, you are the best.”

“No, I’m not.” Meng Qingxue forced a smile, “I’m frail and could die at any moment. He likes someone young and pretty, naturally. I can’t compare to her.”

The guard had no good feelings for Fu Yunshen and disagreed, “Miss, it’s he who doesn’t deserve you.”

“Moreover, Miss, your condition isn’t completely without remedy. The Ancient Medical Field is all abuzz about the return of Foo Xi’s master. Your father has already said that once Foo Xi’s master is found, our Ancestor will personally go to the Foo Family to request her help.”

Foo Xi is so kind, and her master can’t be too different.

Meng Qingxue is a young genius in Ancient Medicine, and for the sake of its development, she wouldn’t stand by and watch someone die.

After all, the Ancestors all cherish talent.

Meng Qingxue didn’t speak anymore and leaned back in her wheelchair.

The guard sighed and headed back to the Meng Family.

**

Two days later, at the Pill Alliance.

Ying Zijin joined a group of Level Four Members for a class.

Because she was extremely good-looking, and in this group she was the youngest and had the best grades, her attire wasn’t the traditional long robe.

It caused many people to frequently look up at her.

Ying Zijin stood in the front, pushing the brim of her baseball cap down to hide half of her face.

She stood out among a group of old people with white hair.

“Today I will teach you the method of refining the Heart-Protecting Pill,” said an elder on the stage, stroking his beard, “As the name suggests, this Elixir protects the heart meridians, preventing martial artists from having their heart meridians burst during cultivation.”

“We’ve specially invited Miss Meng Qingxue from the Meng Family and Young Master Foo Chen from the Foo Family to take part.”

At this news, the crowd below became excited.

Ying Zijin looked up at Foo Chen.

He had a handsome face and a full forehead.

Foo Chen was a direct descendant of Foo Xi.

She couldn’t quite remember Foo Xi’s appearance anymore.

He probably resembled her somewhat.

“Miss Ying ranked first, so she will give you a demonstration.” The elder continued, “Miss Ying, please step forward, here is the recipe.”

“The steps for refining the Heart-Protecting Pill will be explained by Young Master Foo Chen, now–”

The elder had not finished speaking when Meng Qingxue interjected, “I’ll do it instead.”

Foo Chen shrugged his shoulders.

He would rather have someone else take over such tasks so they wouldn’t bother him.

He needed to sleep.

The elder was surprised, “Well then, let Miss Qingxue explain.”

Meng Qingxue coughed twice and smiled, “Miss Ying, these are the herbs for refining the Heart-Protecting Pill. With perfect control of the heat and wind force, using these herbs, the utilization rate of the Elixir can reach 90%.”

“Of course, this is your first time, so even 50% would be considered a pass.”

Meng Qingxue had not expected to encounter Ying Zijin at the Pill Alliance.

That figured.

The person whom Fu Yunshen would be interested in wouldn’t be mediocre.

Yet she still didn’t want to concede defeat.

Ying Zijin only glanced at the recipe briefly and put it down, “No need, we can begin right away.”

“…”

Once she said this, the whole room fell silent.

Meng Qingxue was slightly stunned.

Foo Chen was taken aback.

Without teaching the specific steps, she was ready to begin?

The Heart-Protecting Pill was different from other Elixirs; it was not something one could learn to refine by oneself.

The requirements were too stringent.

Even for first-timers with guidance from ancient medics, neither Meng Qingxue nor Foo Chen would be able to do it.

Wasn’t this a bit too arrogant?

The elder’s expression turned a few degrees colder, “Alright, then begin.”

Ying Zijin walked directly to the central medicine furnace and sat down cross-legged.

Meng Qingxue held a handkerchief to her mouth, furrowed her brow slightly, and watched on.

She, too, wanted to know if Ying Zijin was merely talking big or if she could really refine the Heart-Protecting Pill in one try.