Novel Full Chapter 1747 - 1746: Matters of the Heart
Chapter 1747: Chapter 1746: Matters of the Heart
Regarding the formula of Yunnan Baiyao, it has already become a legend in later generations. Countless people have tried to recreate it, including those outside of Tianchao, but even up until Qiao Xiaomai’s time-travel, no one had published the formula.
Yet Yunnan Baiyao continued to grow more prosperous, producing numerous products, even items like toothpaste and shampoo.
Qiao Xiaomai didn’t hope for Bei Lingsu and Bei Yun to develop toothpaste and shampoo—she only wished for them to successfully recreate Yunnan Baiyao. With this formula alone, the sins weighing on Bei Yun could be washed away.
This is something that could be passed down for thousands of years and save countless lives, capable enough to cleanse Bei Yun’s transgressions.
However, she couldn’t put it so plainly; instead, she could only hint around, saying, “Sanqi is such a versatile herbal medicine—isn’t there anything you’ve thought about using it to make? Something portable, so people don’t have to go to the pharmacy to buy it?”
“Perhaps make it into pills?” Bei Lingsu asked.
“Whatever works, as long as it’s portable,” Qiao Xiaomai suggested. “Of course, it has to be effective too, able to treat illnesses. Especially the batch of Sanqi I planted—it feels like such a waste somehow.”
“Huh? Wasn’t the batch of Sanqi you planted given to Tong Sanlang to drink? Giving it to him counts as a waste?” Bei Yun couldn’t help but ask.
Previously, Tong Sanlang had blood stasis in his body, and Sanqi can dissipate stasis. During that period, Qiao Xiaomai often cooked Sanqi for him to drink.
When Qiao Xiaomai heard those words, she glared at him, “What business is it of yours?”
“Can’t I ask? By the way, what’s going on between you two now? You, of all people, once had thoughts of getting revenge on him through death,” Bei Yun said, intrigued.
“What business is it of yours?” Qiao Xiaomai repeated the same line.
“I’m just being concerned. After all, I was the one who kidnapped you. If because of that incident, the misunderstandings between the two of you were resolved, doesn’t that make me the ultimate matchmaker for you two?”
“Pah! Shameless! Get lost, get lost!” Qiao Xiaomai practically wanted to spit in his face.
He had kidnapped her and made her live in constant fear, and now he had the audacity to call himself a hero in their relationship? Even the shell of the largest insect couldn’t be thicker than his skin!
“Oh, someone’s getting angry out of embarrassment,” Bei Yun clicked his tongue and swept his gaze up and down Qiao Xiaomai before bursting into laughter again. The laughter grew louder and louder, until tears streamed down his face.
“Crazy!” Qiao Xiaomai glared at him again, then turned back to Bei Lingsu, continuing to discuss the matter with her.
Bei Lingsu had long been accustomed to Bei Yun’s antics and ignored his impromptu fits. She seriously contemplated Qiao Xiaomai’s suggestions—they actually sounded pretty good, and Sanqi indeed had diverse applications as herbal medicine.
However, her focus right now was on the formula provided by Bei Yun. This formula not only suppressed the strange toxins he originally carried but also had the astonishing effect of prolonging life. Its value was undeniable.
It had to be said—being alive truly held immense worth, with so many miraculous medicines waiting for her to study, and so many lives needing her assistance.
She dragged the still-laughing Bei Yun away, ready to head back and continue researching the formula.
Qiao Xiaomai watched the two figures dwindling in the distance and couldn’t help but sigh; a trace of melancholy flickered across her face.
She and Tong Sanlang… truthfully, they hadn’t had the chance to speak candidly. She wasn’t sure how to start, and Tong Sanlang seemed equally clueless about how to approach the subject. Coupled with how busy both of them were here, things inevitably kept getting delayed.
Every day, they shared the same bed and would talk about the events of the day, but as for feelings—neither had brought it up.