After being universally criticized online, he cultivates immortality and farms to lead his motherlan

Chapter 137 Compassion
Zhang Nan was both amused and exasperated, but she didn't have the strength to resist. She was forced to take a sip before saying, "I feel like an eighty-year-old woman right now, and you're taking care of my granddaughter."

Following her lead, Jian Ning said, "Come on, Grandma Zhang, open your mouth, have another bite, ah~"

Zhang Nan felt weak all over, and even smiling was a bit of a struggle, but his mood improved a lot because of Jian Ning's arrival.

When a person gets sick, their emotions are the first thing to be affected.

Zhang Nan has been in a low mood these past few days. Seeing how serious the flu is, she naturally doesn't want Ningning to come and see her.

Hospitals are also the most dangerous places.

But she had to admit that when she closed her eyes and sensed someone approaching, she instinctively thought it was a nurse. But when she opened her eyes and saw Ningning, her heart felt like it had been brushed by a feather.

At this moment, her whole body felt warm, and even her eyelids, which had been burning from the fever, felt extremely hot.

Tears rolled down his cheeks unexpectedly, and it wasn't until the scalding tears slid down his face to his jawline and finally landed on the back of his hand that Zhang Nan realized he was crying.

She always thought she was very strong, that she could do anything and handle everything.

Only now did she realize how vulnerable she truly was.

Jian Ning didn't say anything, but took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Nan Nan.

Zhang Nan took the paper, unfolded it as if washing his face, covered his face with it, pressed down all the tears, and then pressed down on the corners of his eyes twice more.

"Sigh!" Zhang Nan sighed to himself, "This fever really hurt my head. Several times I thought I might not be able to wait for anyone else. Ningning, thankfully I still have you by my side in the end."

This is the truth.

Emotionally, she didn't want to implicate Ningning.

But actually, seeing that other patients had someone to accompany them, she also really needed companionship.

Jian Ning continued to feed her rock sugar pear water, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Drink a few more sips."

Zhang Nan was deeply moved and obediently drank it down sip by sip.

It was time for dinner, and there was a food cart selling meals outside the ward. Jian Ning bought two boxed meals and brought them back.

Zhang Nan had little appetite and ate only a little bit.

"I probably just ate too many pears, and since I got sick, I feel nauseous at the sight of meat and oil, and I have no appetite at all."

This made Jian Ning sigh: This viral cold is really amazing; it can make a meat lover hate eating meat.

However, she didn't eat much. Although she's not a picky eater, it seems she's become quite picky about food because of the vegetables she grows herself.

The vegetables outside don't taste like vegetables at all; they taste like grass and aren't fragrant at all.

The chicken didn't taste like chicken at all.

Jian Ning spent a little longer with Zhang Nan and chatted about what had happened in the past few days.

Zhang Nan said that after catching a cold, he saw that the online news was not going well, so he returned to Beicheng. He developed a high fever that night and was admitted to the hospital through the emergency room.

She's been alone these past few days, and it's thanks to the two people in the next bed who bring her a meal when they go out to eat.

Sometimes when she can't walk to the toilet, others will help her.

When Jian Ning arrived, she didn't see the caregivers for the other two beds; they must have gone to have dinner.

There's a cafeteria on the basement floor of the hospital, and there are also good restaurants outside, which should be better than this boxed lunch.

After a while, the caregivers of the two beds next door returned one after another, and greeted Jian Ning when they saw her.

"You must be Nan Nan's family. I'm the mother of this bed."

“I’m the older sister of the girl in the bed on the left. I didn’t see you come the other day. Nan Nan has been having a really tough time these days. The doctor said her condition is much worse than ours.”

Everyone was wearing masks, so no one recognized Jian Ning.

Jian Ning didn't explain anything, only saying, "Thank you for taking care of Nan Nan these past few days."

The aunt waved her hand and said, "You're too kind. It's fate that we're in the same ward."

"Yes, it's not easy for you young people to be away from home. If you can lend a hand at the hospital, then do so. Everyone has tough times."

Jian Ning is a person with a strong sense of boundaries.

Suddenly, she sensed a feeling in them that she had only felt in her grandparents' generation.

It's just like when my grandparents went out as children, and they could chat with anyone they met.

Passing vendors, seeing her behind her grandparents, would offer her a few snacks to amuse her. It's a strange feeling, something rarely seen in this day and age, yet it appears in certain types of people.

This is a kind of warmth that easily blurs the boundaries that people gradually develop as they grow up.

This also stirred a sense of pity in Jian Ning.

She was at a loss for words and could only express her gratitude with a simple "thank you".

Jian Ning stayed with Zhang Nan until after 9 p.m., and Zhang Nan kept urging her to go back soon.

Jian Ning does indeed need to go back.

She repeatedly asked, "Are you really okay here all by yourself?"

Zhang Nan replied confidently, "I can."

“Okay, I’ll go back and pack my things, and I’ll come see you again tomorrow morning. Is there anything you want to eat for breakfast?” Jian Ning asked.

Zhang Nan felt that his appetite had returned a little bit. "I really don't want to eat tofu pudding, the kind with white sugar. I don't really want to eat anything else that's greasy or spicy."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you before eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Jian Ning helped Zhang Nan lie down, tucked her in, told her to go to sleep early, and then left.

Zhang Nan watched Jian Ning's figure gradually disappear, and felt a little lost.

They actually left?

Jian Ning only turned on her phone in the car and saw the message Zhang Nan had sent.

"Actually, I didn't want you to come and take care of me, but now that you're here, I don't want you to leave."

Jian Ning thought about what she still had to do tonight, steeled herself, and replied, "Get some sleep, and when you open your eyes tomorrow morning, you'll see me."

Zhang Nan: "Okay, let me know when you get home."

"it is good."

As soon as Jian Ning returned to the villa, she immediately sent a message to Zhang Nan.

"We've arrived. Get some rest. Goodnight."

Then, she went into the herb garden.

Under her daily encouragement, these herbs had long since grown into medicinal plants.

Fresh herbs can be roasted in an alchemical furnace using fire-manipulation techniques to achieve their medicinal effects.

Nan Nan's condition was quite serious, and the medication she prescribed was mainly aimed at reducing fever, clearing the virus, and strengthening the body's foundation.

Since she didn't have a pot for boiling medicine, she simply opened the alchemy furnace, using it for two purposes in one pot.

A large pot of thick, dark medicinal broth was bubbling and boiling under the spiritual fire she was using.

The extremely strong, bitter smell of herbs wafted throughout the courtyard with the rising steam.

The little Border Collie lay on the ground, unable to bear the unpleasant smell any longer. It felt the stench penetrate its body, and it covered its nose with its two front paws.

"Woof~" What kind of pill is Master refining?

Little Whitey meowed and replied: It's not a pill, it's a potion of forgetfulness.

The little Border Collie asked curiously, "Woof~ How did you know?"

Little White: "Meow~" You didn't hear it when you were out playing, but your owner was singing while brewing medicine. Listen, he's singing again.

"Ahh~ Give me a cup of forgetfulness potion~"

The host's rousing singing came from the place where medicine was being brewed not far away.

It takes Jian Ning an hour to prepare the medicinal herbs and then to dry them, and another hour to brew the medicine.

Time is passing so slowly.

She hummed a song unconsciously as she brewed the medicine, and time seemed to pass more quickly.

By the time the medicine was finished being brewed, dawn had broken.

Jian Ning tasted the medicine herself first, and her face instantly contorted from the bitterness.