After dinner, Jiang Ziyu took Qianqian upstairs, while Di Mingjue went to his study after seeing them return to their rooms.
Di Mingjue was aware of the matter of Jiang Feifei receiving funds from Di Ruihe as soon as Jiang Ziyu learned about it. This incident could only lead him to pay more attention to Di Ruihe.
Bedroom.
Jiang Ziyu took out a pre-prepared small bottle and presented it to Qianqian.
The bottle was light-proof, and its brown body obscured the color of the liquid inside.
Qianqian's eyes darted around, full of curiosity.
The bottle cap was opened, and a bitter scent immediately wafted out. Jiang Ziyu tilted the bottle, and the liquid poured out.
【What is this?】
Qianqian wrote her curiosity on a piece of paper.
Jiang Ziyu brought the poured liquid close to her nose and smelled it, then explained to Qianqian, "This is medicine for your throat."
After speaking, she took out the candies she had prepared beforehand.
The medicine was bitter, but being able to speak like a normal person was worth any bitterness.
Qianqian drank the entire bottle of medicine in one go, sticking out her tongue to ask Jiang Ziyu for praise.
"My Qianqian is so good!" Jiang Ziyu unwrapped a candy and placed it in her mouth.
After drinking the medicine, they also underwent acupuncture for half an hour. Once everything was completed, Jiang Ziyu took Qianqian to wash up.
After dealing with his affairs, Di Mingjue came to the bedroom. Seeing the empty room, his ears first caught the sounds from the bathroom.
Moving his wheelchair, he looked at the bottle on the bedside table. The moment he entered the room, he had smelled a strong, bitter aroma. He reached out and picked up the bottle, bringing its opening to his nose. He inhaled deeply, and the scent shot straight to the depths of his head.
What is this?
Di Mingjue frowned and lowered the bottle. Following the side of the bottle, some liquid slid down. A tiny amount adhered to his fingertip, which he then brought to his tongue.
"Pah!" Di Mingjue quickly spat out the liquid he had tasted.
As he was vigorously spitting, the bathroom door opened.
Jiang Ziyu and Qianqian emerged from inside, wrapped in bath towels, one big and one small.
"What is this?" Di Mingjue looked up, holding the bottle and questioning them. The scene before him gradually cleared, and the anger on his face disappeared.
She lowered her gaze to her chest, and Jiang Ziyu reached up to pull her clothes higher. Bringing Qianqian to the bedside, she said, "Qianqian's medicine."
"Qianqian is sick? Where does she feel unwell?" Di Mingjue asked anxiously.
In the vast Di residence, perhaps only Qianqian could stir his anxiety and unease.
Jiang Ziyu explained, "It's medicine to treat her throat."
Throat?
Di Mingjue, having understood, looked at the bottle again. It was empty, without a single word.
"Is it useful?"
"Whether it's useful or not, we'll find out by trying."
Facing the uncertain answer, Di Mingjue felt a sense of unease. However, Jiang Ziyu's abilities were also top-notch; at least, the eyes that no one in the capital could heal had been healed by her.
Di Mingjue thought for a moment and then added, "Just ask if you need anything, as long as it can cure her."
"Surgery might be needed later," Jiang Ziyu said.
Her inability to make a sound from her throat was partly psychological, and partly she suspected she had been drugged into silence.
As for whether that was the case, they might need to stage a play to draw the snake out of its hole.
Sitting on the bed, Qianqian watched the two of them expectantly, listening to their conversation.
The medicine was bitter, and surgery would be painful, but she feared neither. More than anyone, she wanted to be a normal child, no longer discriminated against or bullied.
"Do everything as you say," Di Mingjue promised. "If anything happens, I will not hold you responsible."
"There will be no problems," Jiang Ziyu responded with confidence.
She would not do things without certainty, nor would she put uncertain factors onto Qianqian.