The Favored Heiress
Chapter 469: Special Grade Medicine

Chapter 469: Chapter 469: Special Grade Medicine

Emergency room on-call office, Fu Lvting held a pair of tweezers and disinfectant iodine, treating the wounds on the back of Li Qiao’s hand.

A clear, small sound caught Li Qiao’s attention. Before she could speak, Fu Lvting helplessly looked up, "There are still shards of glass remaining in the wound. Don’t wet it these next few days otherwise it’s likely to become inflamed."

Li Qiao didn’t utter a sound, seemingly feeling no pain at all, with an indifferent and detached attitude.

"Today you..." Fu Lvting was about to ask more when the cell phone on the desk rang just then.

Li Qiao shifted her gaze to glance at it, her expression suddenly undulated, and she answered the call with her left hand. Her voice was well-controlled and no different than usual, "Hello~"

The fingers of Fu Lvting, who was wiping her wound, trembled slightly.

Such calm yet unmistakably tender tones were rare from Li Qiao.

On the other end of the phone, the man’s stable and mellow voice caressed her ear, "Where are you?"

Li Qiao took a quick look at the watch on her wrist, lowered her eyelashes, and chose to tell the truth, "At the hospital."

Shang Yu was silent for a few seconds, his tone revealing no abnormality, "Hurt?"

"No, why would I be hurt if I’m perfectly fine?" Li Qiao smiled, her gaze falling on the knuckles of her right hand, casually explaining, "I came to see Brother Fu, planning to go home with him later to see Jiugong."

"Mhm, when will you come back tonight?" The man’s tense voice noticeably relaxed a bit, and his tone became lazy and affectionate.

Li Qiao cleared her throat softly, "I might not be able to these next couple of days; the research institute is about to launch a project, I still have to go back to work overtime after seeing Jiugong."

Shang Yu blew out a puff of smoke from his thin lips, teasingly saying, "He’s here, embarrassed to come over?"

Li Qiao paused, then realized this ’he’ probably referred to Shang Zonghai.

So, she flowed with the conversation smoothly, "A little, but the research institute is indeed busy too. When will Uncle return?"

"He’ll leave in a couple of days." The man looked down to flick away some ash, not insisting, "Come by when you’re not busy, hmm?"

Li Qiao smiled lightly in response, "Mhm, got it."

After hanging up the phone, her slightly tense expression gradually relaxed.

When she’s not busy... once her wound heals, she won’t be busy.

...

That evening at seven-thirty, Li Qiao did indeed follow Fu Lvting to the Fu Family Martial Arts School to see Jiugong.

After not seeing him for many days, Uncle Zhong the Ninth looked to be in good health, yet his eyes held a dense murkiness that couldn’t be dissolved.

He was still living in the wing room in the back courtyard of the martial arts school. When Li Qiao entered, she saw him sitting alone by the bed, his gaze staring at the white wall in front, lost in thought.

In his hands, he was holding a phone with a screen that was gradually darkening, on which one could vaguely make out a picture of a young man.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and softly called out, "Teacher."

Uncle Zhong the Ninth took a long while to come back to his senses, his eyes focusing. Seeing Li Qiao in the moment their eyes met, his eyes suddenly reddened.

"The girl has come."

Li Qiao, with a composed expression, walked over to the square table and took a seat, pouring a cup of tea, "How’s teacher’s hand doing?"

"It’s healed, already repaired." Jiugong dragged his weighty steps to sit opposite her, glancing at the teacup pushed towards him, his eyes flickered, "He... really left?"

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to meet Jiugong’s eyes.

This nearly sixty-year-old man, although his complexion was ruddy, seemed to have had his spirit crushed.

Li Qiao lowered her head to pour the tea, her tone light, "Mhm, he’s gone, and... he probably won’t be coming back."

Jiugong slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "It’s good that he left, it’s really for the best. Girl, do you know everything already?"

Li Qiao glanced at Jiugong and asked with a curved smile, "Know what? Although I let him leave the South Sea without consulting Teacher.

But... the deal I made with him wasn’t too bad for him.

I don’t know what exactly happened between you two, but since he hurt you, to me, he’s a hidden danger."

As the words settled, Jiugong suddenly looked up, his gaze dark and unclear, "He... didn’t he tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Li Qiao seemed very surprised as she raised her eyebrows, setting down the teapot and taking a sip from her cup, "We consider it good if we don’t come to blows, and you expect him to have a peaceful chat with me?"

Jiugong found it hard to believe, yet he also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, just yesterday, he had received a phone call from Tu Anliang.

Apart from insults and sarcasm, before hanging up, Tu Anliang said his last words to him in this life, "Tu Zhong, I will always hate you. If life could be redone, I would rather have not been born into the Tu Family, I would rather... you weren’t my father."

Tu Anliang didn’t say where he was going, and this phone call was probably the last contact between father and son in this lifetime.

He could feel that Tu Anliang still hated him, though not forgiven, yet he had chosen to let go.

At this moment, Jiugong watched Li Qiao unblinkingly, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions, leaving him unable to utter a single word.

Li Qiao did not stay long at the martial arts school, and before leaving, she turned back to look at Jiugong, her face still showing respect and her tone calm, "Teacher, it’s all in the past."

The door to the side room opened and closed, and Uncle Zhong the Ninth sat at the table, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

In front of Fu Family Martial Arts School, the ink-colored night sky seemed heavy with clouds, and Fu Lvting looked at her bandaged right hand, "Jiugong is okay, right?"

"He’s fine, the trouble has been dealt with. If he wants to go back, then let him."

Fu Lvting said nothing, just nodded in agreement.

Li Qiao thanked him before getting into the car, and in a blink, the vehicle merged into the main road’s traffic.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao was distracted as she looked at the back of her hand, and after a moment, she took out her Bluetooth earpiece and called Xia Siyu.

"Why are you calling me at this time? Miss me?" Xia Siyu’s teasing tone was as usual, and her voice no longer held the sorrow and melancholy from before.

Li Qiao looked at her right hand and smirked, "Do you still have any of that Special Grade Medicine for external injury healing that we used at the border? Get me a few bottles."

Xia Siyu paused, suddenly sounding nervous with rapid-fire questioning, "What happened? Are you hurt? Is it serious?"

"It’s not serious," Li Qiao spoke lightly, her voice tinged with unusual melancholy, "A minor injury."

The wound was indeed small, but she didn’t want Shang Yu to see it.

Xia Siyu narrowed her eyes in suspicion, then bluntly called her out, "A minor injury needs Special Grade Medicine? When you got cut on your back, you didn’t use it, are you sure it’s a minor injury?"

Li Qiao: "..."

She rubbed her head in irritation, "Yeah, a scratch."

Xia Siyu’s voice came through, decidedly ghostly, "Special Grade Medicine for a scratch? Why don’t I believe that?"

"Xia Lao Wu—" Li Qiao didn’t say much, only drew out her name with a prolonged tone.

Xia Siyu’s breathing hitched, and she relented with a grunt, "Fine, fine, I get it. It’s just Special Grade Medicine, I’ll arrange for someone to deliver it to you tonight.

It’s the same kind you developed at the border, right? I still have the prescription here; do you want me to bring that too?"