Later, Nan Feng shook her head again, deciding that it didn’t matter.
Ye Ge had indeed helped her a lot and saved her many times, but from the way he acted, he didn’t seem to want to marry her.
Otherwise, he, who was usually calm, wouldn’t have been startled enough to drop his bowl.
Besides, when he left, he seemed to be in quite a rush. If he really liked her, he should have taken the opportunity to confess.
That’s it, from now on, she had to restrain her feelings for Ye Ge, so she didn’t get so caught up that she couldn’t pull herself out…
As Nan Feng was lost in thought, she suddenly heard Nan Quanyou call out, “Fengfeng, come over here quick and see what this is!”
Nan Feng immediately went over.
By that time, Nan Quanyou had already dissected the porcupine’s belly, revealing a pile of red objects.
“What’s this?” Nan Feng was puzzled.
“It’s the red fruit you ate years ago. Have you forgotten? After you ate these fruits, your face got covered with boils, and they still haven’t healed,” Nan Quanyou said helplessly.
“This is the red fruit I ate back then?” Nan Feng was both surprised and elated.
Nan Quanyou picked out the red fruit and said, “Exactly, this thing caused you to look like this. It’s such a pity that no one knows what it’s called, or how to cure its effects.”
Nan Feng, however, thought differently. “Father, don’t throw it away. Find some that haven’t rotted for me to study.”
“What do you want them for?” Nan Quanyou wasn’t sure what Nan Feng would do with the fruits, but he still retrieved several intact ones and clean them before handing them to her.
The porcupine must have consumed these fruits too quickly and too reticulously, that it swallowed a lot at once.
Nan Feng received the red fruit, which was only as big as a thumb but very attractive.
No wonder Little Nan Feng ate it.
But, what was this red fruit was exactly?
Nan Feng, overwhelmed with excitement, promptly put the matter of confessing her feelings aside and began studying the red fruit.
…
The next day, Nan Feng took the red fruit to the Medical Hall in town. The proprietor, having a good impression of Nan Feng, gave her a pile of medical books to research from, although he too, did not know what the fruit was called.
Nan Feng searched for a long time, but to no avail.
Subsequently, she traveled to the county to return the borrowed books and borrowed a few new books about medicinal plants.
But she still couldn’t find the scientific name of the red fruit.
On her carriage ride back from the county, Nan Feng sat inside the carriage, deep in thought.
The carriage was shared, crowded with people of all ages. Perhaps because Ye Ge wasn’t by her side, Nan Feng surprisingly didn’t feel discomfort riding in the carriage.
The carriage was quiet at first, then suddenly a man across asked: “Lady, what’s that on your face?”
It was a middle-aged man in his forties.
As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, everyone on the carriage turned their attention to Nan Feng.
Nan Feng, accustomed to such attention, didn’t bother, and simply answered: “When I was young, I consumed a wild fruit by mistake and developed boils on my face. They haven’t healed despite the years that have passed.”
A woman beside her said, “That’s pitiful, such a young lady marred by such a thing. Have you seen a doctor?”
“Yes, I have, but the doctor didn’t know how to treat it because he had never seen that type of wild fruit before.”
The middle-aged man spoke up again, “Do you know where the wild fruit grew? What things were around it?”
Nan Feng shook her head. Her first reaction after discovering the red fruit was to find the scientific name, and to determine what substances could potentially counteract its effects.
The middle-aged man said, “I studied medicine when I was younger. My mentor was a famous doctor. He used to say, ’Everything in nature grows and inhibits each other. Beside every poison, there must be something that can neutralize it.’ You might want to find where that wild fruit grows and observe what’s around it. Try a few experiments. You will eventually figure it out.”