The man who had been closing his eyes and meditating since he got into the car suddenly spoke up, “Buy me a bottle of Flin-125 Potion.”
The driver was shocked again and reminded him, “Master Jue, this can’t be taken casually, the side effects are too strong.”
The Flin-125 Potion is similar to a stimulant, used for alertness and boosting spirits, one of the military drugs. Even though it’s also used in daily life, usually for anesthesia, because of the side effects, very few people use it!
“If I tell you to buy it, just buy it! I find you’re particularly talkative today, who gave you the guts?” The last sentence was already tinged with anger.
The driver hurriedly lowered his head and apologized, “Master Jue, I overstepped.”
Who knows what method the driver used, but he quickly managed to purchase the Flin-125, as well as some other drugs.
Li Beijue delegated the simple task of treating the wound to him.
Enduring the pain, he gathered his spirits, took the drug, and looked down at it for a moment. Then he tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine.
There was still a bloody smell in his throat; the taste of the medication mixed with the blood was as uncomfortable as if it were slashing through his throat. Li Beijue furrowed his eyebrows and forced himself to swallow through gritted teeth!
He couldn’t go back looking half-dead; otherwise, Chi Enen would worry.
As for the side effects, to hell with them, he, Li Beijue, could endure!
True to its reputation as a military stimulant, a dose of Flin-125 suppressed the severe pain in his body and swept away the fatigue.
Soon, the wound was simply treated to stop the bleeding, and the driver waited for his next command.
“Go buy me some clothes.”
Even the driver, as foolish as he might be, could see his intent.
Was Master Jue trying not to let Miss Chi know he was injured?
The driver shot a quick look at him, then went to buy clothes…
Everything was calm at the Hilton Hotel.
Since she had promised Li Beijue she wouldn’t go out in the afternoon, Chi Enen spent it watching television with Baby Chi, and around 6 PM, she started preparing dinner.
In addition to the Tomato Egg Noodles she had promised Li Beijue she’d make, she also prepared some flour, intending to make Glutinous Rice Dumplings with Flour.
Baby Chi saw her bustling about in the kitchen and came running in as well, clattering in oversized slippers, curiously saying, “Woman, are you cooking tonight?” His family’s woman, how could she cook?
“Yes, I’m going to make dumplings, do you want to help?” asked Chi Enen with a smile.
Baby Chi stealthily curled his lip and muttered under his breath, “It’s for The Neighbor Old Wang again.”
His voice was very small, with a babyish tone. Chi Enen heard him speaking but didn’t catch what he was specifically saying. She put down a dumpling shaped like a peach and hummed, “Baby Chi, what are you saying?”
“Nothing,” Baby Chi quickly denied, then clattered over from the living room with a chair, washed his hands clean, and climbed onto it, “I want to help too!”
“Here.” Chi Enen handed him a small portion of the kneaded flour.
Baby Chi skillfully took it, pulled off a piece, and formed a flat dumpling, “This is a shell; it’s for you to eat.”
He tore off another piece and made a creature that couldn’t easily be identified, “This is a tiger; it’s mine.”
Chi Enen watched him with a smile.
He pinched off a small piece of flour, puckered up his rosy small mouth, seemingly reluctant, but still imitated Chi Enen and made a small peach dumpling, muttering, “This is for The Neighbor Old Wang.”
He placed the small peach dumpling he’d made for Li Beijue alongside the two he’d already made; the three different sizes of dumplings resembled a warm family.