The Baby I Lost Is Actually with My Ex-Husband!-Chapter 105 - : The Unique Prescription Format

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: The Unique Prescription Format

Han shivered, looking helplessly towards Momo.

Momo said, “Han is hungry. I’ll take him to grab something to eat.”

Han showed a surprised expression, this guy, really could lie without even blinking an eye.

Just at that moment—

Han’s stomach inappropriately let out a “gurgle.”

Huo Tingdong looked at him with a teasing glare, “Didn’t you say you were hungry, that you were going to eat?” He quickly realized, Momo was lying.

Momo said, “He didn’t eat enough.”

Han also rubbed his stomach, looking at Huo Tingdong with a pitiful gaze.

Huo Tingdong said, “You shouldn’t have made me so worried about you.” He had always protected Han well, and Han had also been well-behaved. Now, unexpectedly, Han had wandered off by himself.

This was not a good sign.

But…

Seeing that Han’s stomach was actually grumbling with hunger, he still couldn’t bring himself to blame him too much and sternly warned, “Don’t let there be a next time!” After saying that, he instructed Mo Ke, who had hurried over, to pack some takeout.

Just as Huo Tingdong turned around, Momo suddenly grabbed Han’s hand and asked, “What do you plan to do to save Mommy?”

Han said he had a way to prevent Lin Qi from having her leg amputated. How would he do it?

Momo suddenly looked nervously towards Huo Tingdong, asking, “Did you sign it?”

Huo Tingdong countered, “Sign what?”

Momo said, “The doctor asked you to sign for the surgery. Did you sign?”

Huo Tingdong realized what Momo was asking about and replied, “Not yet.”

Momo urgently said, “Don’t sign!”

Huo Tingdong said, “I also don’t want to sign, but, the doctor said, without amputation, your mommy’s life is in danger.”

Momo blurted out, “Han said, he has a way.”

Huo Tingdong looked at Han skeptically.

Han puffed out his chest, patting it firmly.

Huo Tingdong didn’t believe it, for even the doctor was at a loss with the situation. How could Han handle it well?

Amputating was to avoid further infection, a matter of life and death, naturally requiring careful consideration.

Han grew anxious, “Daddy, trust me…” He rarely spoke out, and seeing that Huo Tingdong still had a skeptical attitude, he tightly grasped Huo Tingdong’s hand, his brow slightly furrowed, “Trust me…”

His eyes were filled with pleading, eagerly seeking Huo Tingdong’s trust.

Momo clenched his teeth hard, his fists tightened, gritting his teeth saying, “I believe in Han, if anything life-threatening happens to mommy because of this, I will take the consequences.”

Somehow, he instinctively trusted Han, thus he was willing to bet everything.

Momo said, “Give Han a little time. If he could save Mommy once, he can save her a second time!”

Huo Tingdong squatted down, pulled Han in front of him, and asked, “Was it you who saved Aunt Qiqi?”

Han nodded.

Huo Tingdong recalled the needles Han had given Lin Qi, and also thought about what the doctor had said, that Lin Qi surviving a fall from such a high place was simply a miracle.

Perhaps, this miracle was created by Han.

Huo Tingdong also decided to take a gamble, “Han, I trust you, so, what do you need to do?”

Han suddenly ran to the nurse’s station, asked the nurse for paper and pen, and then, gripping the pen, he drew a series of symbols on the paper.

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Huo Tingdong took a look and his handsome face darkened.

Han had drawn many strange symbols, which he couldn’t quite understand: “※”, “⊙”, “∩”, “≡”.

What did all these mean?

Momo also took a look, equally confused, and asked Han, “What is this?”

Han then wrote four characters on the paper: “Compendium of Materia Medica.”

Huo Tingdong suddenly remembered.

In the home study, there was a row of bookshelves designated for Han. Han often brought back books after visiting the old Chinese medicine doctor at the orphanage, among them the Compendium of Materia Medica and Shennong’s Classic of the Materia Medica. During his free time, Han would immerse himself reading those books, occasionally marking them with symbols.

Sometimes Huo Tingdong was amazed; Han was only seven years old, barely literate, not to mention the archaic words in these medical texts that even adults could not recognize.

But he suddenly realized that these books had illustrations of herbs which Han, not recognizing the words, would mark for identification.

Mo Ke, just back with the packed takeout, was handed a key by Huo Tingdong, “Go back to Huo Mansion, and bring the books Han usually reads.”

Mo Ke was taken aback, “I don’t know what books the young master usually reads.” He had been to Huo Mansion’s study room once, absurdly large at over a hundred square meters, akin to a library, with the highest point being over ten meters, hence the need for a staircase for retrieving books.

Huo Tingdong said, “Han’s books are displayed separately, with labels. Bring all those medical texts.”

Mo Ke nodded, “Yes!”

Unconsciously, an hour had passed.

Finally, Mo Ke came back, his hands carrying a suitcase. The books Han read filled an entire large suitcase.

“Mr. Huo, I…I’ve brought all the books, and some children’s picture books, which I didn’t take, only the medical texts as you mentioned.”

Han squatted down, flipped through them, and picked out the Compendium of Materia Medica and Shennong’s Classic of the Materia Medica. Then, with a pencil, he circled several illustrations of herbs.

Huo Tingdong was surprised.

Not because Han could recognize these herbs at a glance, but every herb was marked with special symbols by Han.

Correspondingly, ※ was Chonglou, ⋅ was snow lotus, ∩ was Gastrodia, ≡ was Saffron.

The symbols corresponded to the illustrations of the herbs, truly vivid.

Huo Tingdong felt somewhat relieved.

Han really wasn’t lacking intelligence; he thought Han’s flipping through the texts was purely out of curiosity without understanding them. However, it turned out he not only understood them but also knew the effects of these Chinese herbs.

Could it be that he learned all this from the old Chinese medicine doctor at the orphanage?

Han wrote down a prescription on the paper, “※50 qian, ⊙40 qian, ∩65 qian, ≡20 qian…”

Huo Tingdong was truly amused by his prescription, cute handwriting, coupled with Han’s unique writing format. He touched Han’s little head, “Is this enough?”

Han then drew two more special symbols: “共≈…”, “禾≌…”.

He scratched his head, not knowing how to describe to Huo Tingdong. These two symbols represented rice wine and sesame oil.

Momo, however, suddenly said from the side, “Does this mean rice wine and sesame oil?”

Han’s eyes brightened, and he nodded.

Huo Tingdong asked, “How did you recognize that?”

Momo couldn’t help but smile.

“共” is the upper part of “黄”(yellow), and 禾 is the upper part of “香”(fragrant).

Moreover… he seemed to always understand, what Han wanted to express, as if there was some kind of telepathy between them.