With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu arrived at the manor as promised.

As soon as I arrived at the main gate, the butler from yesterday was already waiting there, standing at attention.

"Miss Jiang, this way please."

The butler bowed slightly, gesturing to lead the way.

"Our lady has been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and nodded, then followed him inside.

This time, the butler led her directly to the main villa in the center of the estate.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the living room door, she paused for a moment.

The living room was packed full this morning.

On the white leather sofa in the center, little Lisa sat amidst a pile of cushions. The child seemed noticeably better this morning; her icy blue eyes were wide open, and although her cheeks were still droopy, her complexion was much brighter than yesterday.

Several people were standing next to the sofa.

The butler led Jiang Zhiyu inside while explaining in a low voice.

"Because Miss Lisa took the medicine you gave her yesterday, we tried cooking her some porridge last night, and she drank about half a bowl. So this morning, the master, mistress, and head of the household all came over."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

As soon as she stood still, everyone who had been looking at Lisa stood up almost simultaneously.

"Oh, the mysterious Miss Oriental."

A tall, thin, blond man walked over first, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Thank you, thank you for curing my daughter's illness."

Jiang Zhiyu looked up and sized up the father.

With blond hair, a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and strikingly handsome features, Jiang Zhiyu nodded inwardly. The lady from yesterday was already considered top-tier beauty, but this man was handsome in a different sense. Lisa's soft-hearted face seemed to have inherited the best features of both her parents.

"You're too kind." Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly. "The fact that the child's condition is improving is the best thing."

Yesterday, that beautiful woman ran up to her, grabbed her hand, and her voice was almost trembling.

"Miss Jiang, you've arrived."

"Lisa drank half a bowl of porridge last night. Good heavens, I can't believe it." Her eyes reddened as she spoke. "Because you didn't tell us to, we didn't dare give her anything to eat this morning."

Jiang Zhiyu freed one hand and gently patted the back of her hand.

"Madam, there's no need to worry," she said firmly. "I can cure this illness."

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman immediately burst into tears.

The blond gentleman strode over, pulled his wife into his arms, and gently patted her back with one hand.

"Evelyn, don't cry. This is good news, our daughter will be better soon."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Evelyn responded repeatedly, burying her face in her husband's shoulder as she did so.

The butler, sensing the atmosphere, stepped forward at the opportune moment.

"Miss Jiang, please allow me to introduce you. This is our head of the family, Mr. Arthur Hansenlock."

Jiang Zhiyu followed the butler's gaze.

An elderly man with gray hair stood up at the other end of the sofa. He was tall and, even though he was nearing seventy, his back was still ramrod straight. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Zhiyu, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Miss Jiang."

The old man took two steps forward, his voice a little hoarse.

"You are truly sent by God to save our family."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly.

"Mr. Arthur."

"Please, please sit down." Arthur stepped aside to make room for him. "Please take a look at the child."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't stand on ceremony. She walked to the sofa and squatted down.

Lisa looked up at her, her icy blue eyes appearing exceptionally clear up close.

The spiritual energy quietly spread out.

The near-exhaustion of energy yesterday has given way to a thin layer of warmth circulating through the child's body today. Although not quite a full recovery, the condition has basically stabilized.

Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The effects of the spiritual spring water are as good as ever.

She stood up and looked at Arthur.

"Excuse me, I need to borrow the kitchen again."

Arthur paused for a moment.

"We can have the medicinal herbs delivered."

"No need," Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "I brought my own. Knowing exactly when to add the herbs and when to take them out of the pot is crucial; even a slight difference in heat control can make a big difference. I feel much more at ease doing it myself."

No one is allowed to touch the spiritual spring water. Even if it means making an extra trip or going through more trouble, this step cannot be skipped.

Upon hearing this, Arthur felt even more respect for her.

"Miss Jiang is truly reliable in her work."

The old butler immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

After the medicine was brewed, Jiang Zhiyu carried it back to the living room.

Lisa was already sitting comfortably in Evelyn's arms.

When the little girl saw her coming, her eyes lit up a little.

Yesterday's medicine gave her strength, and she's especially looking forward to today.

The nanny immediately took the bowl from Jiang Zhiyu, sat on a small stool, held the bowl, and used a small spoon to scoop a spoonful of food to the child's mouth.

One spoonful.

Two spoonfuls.

Lisa opened her eyes wide and drank the medicine sip by sip, much more smoothly than yesterday.

The moment the bowl was emptied, Evelyn, who was standing next to her, began to quietly wipe away her tears again.

Arthur stood to the side, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes never leaving his granddaughter, and he didn't say a word to disturb her.

After watching her finish eating, Jiang Zhiyu stood up and turned to Evelyn.

"Madam, continue cooking the porridge, two to three times a day. Use millet."

"Xiaomi?" Evelyn was taken aback.

"Yes," Jiang Zhiyu explained, "In traditional Chinese medicine, millet has stomach-nourishing properties, making it ideal for children who haven't been eating for a long time and have weak spleens and stomachs. The porridge should be cooked until very soft and mushy, without adding sugar. A simple, light bowl is fine."

The butler immediately turned and spoke a few words in English to the servants beside him, who quickly took notes in their notebooks.

"Keep her diet light," Jiang Zhiyu continued. "Once her appetite stabilizes, we can gradually add easily digestible protein. Start with steamed eggs, without oil, just a small spoonful at a time. After a few days, we can add seafood, little by little, not all at once."

"Steamed egg." Evelyn repeated it, her eyes seeming to swallow every word whole.

"Later on, you can gradually add meat," Jiang Zhiyu added. "Remember one thing: don't give too much of anything at once. This child's stomach is still very weak; it needs to be healed little by little."

The butler translated sentence after sentence, while the pens of several servants scribbled on the paper.

Arthur listened quietly until Jiang Zhiyu finished explaining everything before he stepped forward.

"Miss Jiang."

The old man's voice became more serious.

"You can take that meteorite with you today."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Evelyn's eyes were still red, but she didn't speak. The red-haired man didn't speak either. The old butler stood to the side with his eyes downcast.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the small figure on the sofa, then at Arthur, and bowed slightly.

"Let's leave it with you for now."

Arthur was stunned.

"I should be able to cure Miss Lisa's illness in about three days," Jiang Zhiyu said calmly. "I can come back to pick it up then; it won't be too late."

The old man's gaze gradually softened.

He took half a step back, then bent down and bowed deeply to Jiang Zhiyu.

"Then... I'll leave the rest to Miss Jiang."

Jiang Zhiyu stepped aside, avoiding the greeting by half a body length, and returned the greeting.

"It's my duty."