Liou Qingcheng sat right next to Zhao Xuefeng, propping her chin up and listening intently to every word spoken by the older and younger man.

Although there was a lot she couldn't understand, she didn't say a word, just listened carefully, recording their conversation, and occasionally taking notes in a small notebook.

Liou Qingcheng had barely any exposure to ancient medicine. What she knew was just about the number of bones in a human body, its structure, and acu-points.

Moreover, the knowledge in her mind was superficial, and all she could do was listen, look, and record more.

She wasn't in a rush because she could ask Lin Tian anytime about what she didn't understand, so she didn't interrupt their conversation.

She gazed absently at Lin Tian as he elaborated at length, thinking how increasingly inscrutable this guy seemed.

When she first met him, he was just a lagging student, an insignificant passerby.

Later, due to a basketball match, he gained fame and drew her attention. Then came his jaw-dropping exam results that shocked the entire Celestial Dragon Continent, along with his unfathomable skills. Now, he turns out to be a remarkable ancient medicine advocate.

Lin Tian, oh Lin Tian, how many secrets do you have?

The elder and the young man became so absorbed in their discussion, they forgot about the time and didn't notice when meal time arrived. Liou Qingcheng felt a bit hungry but didn't want to leave, as she was eager for this knowledge.

Previously, Liou Qingcheng's greatest interest was dancing; she enjoyed dances from ancient to modern times, from around the world, and had once practiced them relentlessly without sleep and rest.

She came to Kanyue City Medical University just to follow Lin Tian, never expecting that she'd develop such an interest in ancient medicine.

Suddenly, Yan Xinrou arrived in a cheongsam, carrying two intricate lunchboxes, humming a song lightly, seemingly in a good mood.

Yan Xinrou walked into the hospital room, and Liou Qingcheng made a gesture for silence. Yan Xinrou nodded and put down the thermal containers.

As she intended to leave, her peripheral vision caught sight of Zhao Xuefeng, so she discreetly sat beside her daughter, watching the two conversing with diligence.

Though Yan Xinrou didn't understand what Lin Tian was saying, she was nonetheless greatly impressed, becoming increasingly fond of this son-in-law, even leaning into Liou Qingcheng's ear and whispering thrice: "Marriage! Marriage! Marriage!"

Liou Qingcheng rolled her eyes at her mother, remaining silent because she knew that once she spoke, she'd have 'troubles coming her way.'

After another point was discussed, Lin Tian said to Zhao Xuefeng, "Teacher, shall we eat first?"

Zhao Xuefeng nodded embarrassedly, knowing his personality—once he's engrossed, he can't stop. His spouse used to call him for meals to no avail.

On the table, there were only two thermal containers, clearly meant for two; however, there were three people who hadn't eaten.

Zhao Xuefeng was visibly uncomfortable.

Yan Xinrou hurriedly said, "Sir, don't worry, is your meal ever short? There are three servings, one is my husband's, but it's fine if he doesn't eat."

Yan Xinrou addresses Zhao Xuefeng as 'sir,' not only as a form of male address but also out of respect.

In ancient times, calling someone 'sir' implied learning from them, representing the esteemed and teacherly.

Formerly, 'sir' was also a term for doctors, as in "see the doctor when you're sick."

Today, in the medical field, those who know Zhao Xuefeng address him as 'sir,' a respectful title, a name for admiration.

Sun Chuanrong calling him 'senior' is likewise a sign of respect.

Zhao Xuefeng quickly waved his hands, "No, no, that would be too impolite."

Yan Xinrou laughed, "It's okay, that fat Liou can go hungry for a few meals, no issue. If needed, I'll buy him another one later."

Lin Tian sweated, finding Liou Qingcheng's father rather unfortunate.

Liou Qingcheng, on the other hand, felt her father was quite fortunate, because he could avoid eating his wife's culinary disasters.

Ultimately, Zhao Xuefeng couldn't refuse Yan Xinrou and reluctantly agreed.

His meal seemed very plain, almost devoid of any grease. Lin Tian, aware of Yan Xinrou's difficult-to-swallow cooking, added some Spiritual Qi to his meal—not much, just enough to make it palatable.

Liou Qingcheng's meal was quite normal, with a good balance of meat and vegetables. Yet, she furrowed her brow, averse to eating; Lin Tian naturally added some Spiritual Qi.

As for Lin Tian's lunch, it received special treatment.

A large thermal container contained only a bowl of soup.

Yes, a bowl of soup—a very large bowl!

Lin Tian stirred the soup with a ladle. It was rich with various meats, corn, peanut—very plentiful ingredients.

Lin Tian widened his eyes, incredulous as he looked at Yan Xinrou, asking, "Mom, what, what is this?"

"It's Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Soup! You're a severe injury patient now, and you need to nourish well to give me a big chubby grandson soon!"

"I simmered it all morning; you must consume it all," Yan Xinrou smiled proudly.

Counting on her fingers, she listed: "There's chicken, duck, goose, pork belly, pork elbow, pork ribs, winter dates, corn, peanuts, cinnamon, angelica, and winter bamboo shoots..."

She rattled off a list of ingredients, akin to the dish names in comedy sketches.

Lin Tian nearly applauded Yan Xinrou in delight, "Encore!"

But upon realizing he had to finish this bowl of soup, his expression turned fascinating, losing the urge to applaud.

Just after Zhao Xuefeng took a sip of soup, finding the flavor good, he couldn't help but cough upon hearing that list, face incredibly awkward.

Liou Qingcheng burst out laughing nearby, "Hahahaha, Lin Tian, now you see my mom's prowess, don't you? Suffer now, little rascal!"

Yan Xinrou playfully tapped Liou Qingcheng's head with her finger, "You shouldn't be too pleased; when we're home, you'll also have soup to drink."

Liou Qingcheng's smile froze, her expression turning even more remarkable.

Yan Xinrou disregarded her, instead sat beside Zhao Xuefeng, gently inquiring, "Sir, I know your medical skills are exceptional. How do you think my Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Soup would benefit Lin Tian and my unborn grandson?"

Zhao Xuefeng felt his hand holding the rice bowl trembling, perceiving Lin Tian and Liou Qingcheng's imploring gaze, he coughed lightly, "The soup is good but too nourishing. I suggest moderate supplementation, reducing some ingredients. That chicken, duck, goose aren't necessary. Let me write you a recipe and process once I'm home."

Not only Lin Tian and Liou Qingcheng felt very favorably towards Zhao Xuefeng's words, but Yan Xinrou was also pleased.

Old Zhao promptly wiped the cold sweat from his brow; this family was not easy to handle.

At this moment, Yan Xinrou added, "Sir, I have another question for you."

Old Zhao felt his heart pounding, nodding stiffly, "Ms. Yan, what else would you like to know?"

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