Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

She gently patted his back and slowly hummed a melodious song.

This song was often sung by Granny Lin when Lin Zhiqing was sleeping when he was young. Every night, the little Lin Zhiqing would listen to Granny Lin sing before he went to sleep. Later on, when he grew up, Granny Lin was busy working to earn money, she rarely sang to coax him to sleep. Only when he was sick and did not feel well, Granny Lin would pat his back and coax him like this.

Perhaps this song made Lin Zhiqing feel safe, returning to the days when he was held in his mother’s arms and comforted when he was sick when he was young. He no longer convulsed and struggled, and gradually calmed down.

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A smile finally appeared on Granny Lin’s face. She hurriedly picked up the medicine at the side and gave it to him to eat. This time, Lin Zhiqing did not spit it out again, but very cooperatively swallowed it.

Granny Lin let out a long breath. Just now, Lin Zhiqing’s whole body was twitching and he spat out whatever he ate. This time, he finally succeeded in eating it.

She changed the towel again and wiped the sticky sweat on his hands and feet. She nagged, “The medicine will help you. The medicine cures the illness.”

Wei Wusheng came in and checked his pulse. He let out a light breath and said, “Now it’s not as hot as before. I’ll change another prescription for him. He’ll be fine after enduring through tonight.”

Granny Lin was so excited that tears filled her eyes. “Thank you, Doctor Wei! Thank you so much!”

Wei Wusheng waved his hand and said with a change of heart, “It’s fine. This is what I should do.”

If Jian Qingqing had not begged him, he would not have saved this hypocrite. Hmph!

In the study, Ming Zhiyan’s gaze was heavy as he looked at the letters on the table. These letters were sent by the people he had sent to investigate Lin Zhiqing.

On them were detailed records of everything that happened to Lin Zhiqing since he was young. Of course, it also included the matter of Granny Lin. Although many things had been erased by Lin Zhiqing, the people he had sent were people who specialized in gathering intelligence for the royal family. It was not difficult to find these things. So, Lin Zhiqing’s identity had been thoroughly investigated.

After reading, he sat on the chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. This was a subconscious action that he would make when he was thinking.

After a while, he stood up and walked out to Lin Zhiqing’s room.

Jian Qingqing was still waiting outside the door, dozing off bit by bit.

Ming Zhiyan glanced at her and tapped her forehead. His deep and magnetic voice rang out. “Go back and sleep.”

Jian Qingqing was shocked and woke up. Seeing that it was Ming Zhiyan, she smiled at him. “Brother Ming, it’s you. I’m fine. I can’t fall asleep even if I go to sleep now.”

Ever since Ming Zhiyan asked her if they were friends, Jian Qingqing had changed the way she addressed Ming Zhiyan. She was a little unfamiliar with the way she addressed him as ‘Lord Ming’.

Ming Zhiyan nodded and asked, “How is he?”

“Big Brother Wei said that he’s getting better. Let’s see if he still has fever after midnight. If he doesn’t burn, he can wake up tomorrow morning.”

Ming Zhiyan stood there silently for a while, but he still asked hesitantly, “Why are you so good to the Lin Mother and Son?”

Jian Qingqing was stunned. She did not expect him to ask this question, but she still thought about it. She said, “Actually, when I first met Granny Lin, I felt that she must be someone with a story. In fact, everyone has their own story, but I felt that hers was more special. Fate is a wonderful thing. When I saw her, I couldn’t help but help her. In fact, I don’t know why, but I’m probably fascinated by her story.”