“What’s so strange, Big Brother Wu?” Wu Yangfeng looked up to see Yan Xinmeng entering.
“Dream girl, why are you here? Where’s Bie Ye, why didn’t he come with you?” Wu Yangfeng asked with a smile, noting it was unusual to see Yan Xinmeng alone these days.
“I don’t know, he said he had something to do with Auntie Qian, so I came to find you,” Yan Xinmeng shrugged.
“Oh, so you came to see me because he wasn’t around! I thought you had noticed me,” Wu Yangfeng said with a pitiful look.
“Ha! You guessed right, I really hadn’t noticed you,” Yan Xinmeng teased mischievously.
Wu Yangfeng was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. “You, girl.”
Yan Xinmeng knew he was pretending, so she played along, and Wu Yangfeng, understanding her intent, laughed.
“By the way, why did you tell me to use the golden needle to save Nie Kuang that day, and how did you know his symptoms?” Wu Yangfeng remembered something he had always wanted to ask.
“It’s nothing, I saw it in a medical book,” Yan Xinmeng replied casually.
“Medical book? Dream girl, do you know medicine too?” Wu Yangfeng looked at her with surprise, realizing she had talents beyond mechanics.
“Hehe,” Yan Xinmeng dodged the question.
“Then why did the headmaster have such a reaction after taking the Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pill?” Wu Yangfeng asked, treating her as a fellow practitioner.
“I suppose it’s because he has an allergic constitution,” Yan Xinmeng theorized.
“Allergic constitution?” Wu Yangfeng had never heard this term.
“It means the body reacts adversely to certain substances, causing physiological responses. For mild cases, it might just be a sneeze or a runny nose, but for severe ones, it could be fatal. Usually, after detoxification from animal toxins, if one has an allergic constitution, symptoms like difficulty breathing or muscle spasms are common, especially with snake venom. I guess the headmaster has an allergic constitution, otherwise, his reaction wouldn’t be so intense,” Yan Xinmeng explained.
Wu Yangfeng looked at her thoughtfully. “Big Brother Wu, don’t look at me like that, I’m not skilled in medicine, just have basic medical knowledge,” Yan Xinmeng smiled awkwardly, knowing he thought she was more capable than she let on.
“Oh, really?” Wu Yangfeng, though full of doubts, only smiled.
