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Chapter 277: You’re The One That’s Reeking Of Vinegar

Translator: Yunyi  Editor: Yunyi

Yu Gangan raised her eyes, her small face was stunned and her heart was shocked, “How could that be? You’re thinking too much. I was just seeing a patient. How could I be jealous?”

She pushed Fang Zhihan’s hand away and went downstairs with her medicine chest. She wasn’t jealous. She simply didn’t like the way that he teased her. He said he was her husband and consistently acted ambiguously around her. Yet, in the end, he turned around and showed care towards another woman.

Was he ambiguous with a few women?

As she grew increasingly unhappy, Yu Gangan tilted her head slightly and pouted at Fang Zhihan.

Fang Zhihan’s lips curved slightly and asked gently, “If you’re not jealous then why is the air reeking of vinegar 1 ?”

Yu Gangan froze for a moment before she turned around and glared at him, “You’re the one that’s reeking of vinegar…you’re rolling in an acetic 1 sea…you’re ac- acetohexamide 2 !”

Unable to think of insults related to vinegar, she ended up using the name of a medicinal drug.

But, Fang Zhihan was not angry, he simply hooked his lips.

As Jiang Qi stepped out, she noticed her brother’s gaze wasn’t as cold as usual; it was a little softer.

So, she called out gently, “Big brother.”

But, when Fang Zhihan looked at her, he turned back into the cold and foreign man in her memories. For a moment, Jiang Qi thought she was wrong.



Jiang Qi went downstairs and saw Yu Gangan and Elder Huang talking.

When she heard them discussing her grandfather’s condition, she immediately rushed over and asked anxiously, “Is my grandfather’s illness serious?”

Elder Huang looked at Jiang Qi and said calmly, “Miss Jiang, I already told you yesterday, the old man has a weak stomach and a deficiency in stomach Qi. This imbalance has resulted in a stagnation of Qi and caused him to lose his appetite…”

Before he finished, a doctor beside them said, “The old man had another detailed examination today. His stomach function is within the normal range. Based on the fact that the old man is old, I believe his condition is caused by anorexia after surgery.”

This was the Jiang Family’s family doctor, Dr. Yuan.

A medical doctor from the United States.

Elder Huang looked at the man and said, “The stomach’s main purpose is to accept food and digest it. Meanwhile, the spleen is responsible for transporting the energy converted from food to the rest of the body. The spleen and the stomach pertain to the Earth element and are both located in the middle Jiao. The spleen is Yang Earth, while the stomach is Yin Earth. If the stomach is weak and is unwilling to accept food, and he vomits everything that is eaten, it means there is a deficiency in stomach Qi. In turn, it means there’s a problem with his spleen as well.”

Western medicine branches off into specific departments. When one seeks a diagnosis and treatment, they usually locate the department that relates to them.

Meanwhile, Chinese medicine pays attention to balance.

If the stomach is unwell, apart from curing the stomach, the cause and any possible side effects will also be treated.

Thus, in modern medicine, everyone used Western medicine for targeted treatment and Chinese medicine for reconditioning the body.

With good reason, Dr. Yuan was set aside instantly, and for a while he didn’t know what to say.

Elder Huang looked at Jiang Qi and said, “Did Elder Jiang take the medicine I prescribed yesterday?”

Jiang Qi shook her head, “No, he spat it all out. It’s already been a few days since he’s eaten. We’ve only managed to maintain his nutrition by injecting him with fluids. I’m afraid if this continues…”

As she spoke, her eyes turned red and she looked towards Fang Zhihan.

Fang Zhihan’s handsome face was cold as he glanced briefly at Jiang Qi. He then asked Yu Gangan, “What do you think?”

Yu Gangan smiled indifferently but a huge wave stirred in her heart.

Fang Zhihan was standing quietly the entire time with a teacup in his hand. Although he didn’t drink it, he did not say a word either.

Yet, one glance from Jiang Qi was enough to make him talk straight away.

If one was to say that there was no ambiguous relationship between the two, she would not believe it.
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