Whether it was Starline or the Yao family products, they were mainly made of herbal ingredients. Herbs generally take a gradual process and won’t show immediate effects after just one dose.
Three days later, Zhou posted another face photo in the group.
This time the group exploded instantly. Compared to the dark red from before, the red spots on her face were clearly several shades lighter, now a slightly deeper pink. The effect was already quite significant.
As we know, Starline is just a health product, not real medicine. To see such results with the naked eye after just a few days was already not easy.
Some victims who had lost hope saw this effect and couldn’t help but cry with joy.
Of course, there were still doubters. After all, the words “health product” had given them tremendous psychological shadow.
This was all within Xiao Shun’s expectations. As long as they persisted for another ten or eight days, the red spots on their faces would be completely gone. By then, even the doubters would have to believe it.
In addition, Yang Zino finally attained the position of branch head of Oakland Old School Society as he wished. It had to be said, as a quasi-government organization, the Old School Society’s efficiency was much higher than normal government units.
Also, after Nie Jiuchong brought Nie Yue back to the Old School Society southeast headquarters in Brighouse, he passed away the next day. Gu Baiyi determined that Xiao Shun wouldn’t live much longer and truthfully reported what happened in Stillwater to Nie Jiuchong.
Nie Jiuchong had always trusted him. Nie Yue’s revenge was finally attained. Although Nie Jiuchong didn’t think his son’s life was equal to Xiao Shun’s, since the person was already dead, the matter could only be laid to rest.
…
In a simply yet elegantly decorated residence in the suburbs of Stillwater.
Ouyang Qianqian lounged on the sofa, swiping her phone listlessly. She sighed, “The heat finally died down over that thing with you standing up the TV station.”
Mo Yibai smiled wryly without responding. Her mind was completely not there right now.
“I have to say, your company is quite ruthless. They actually put out that you had to urgently return for your father’s sudden passing, and the story was very detailed. Some netizens disapproved of you abandoning your work for personal matters, saying it was unprofessional. But many also understood.
“So the two sides started endless debates, successfully keeping the heat going for so many days. Your social media followers didn’t decline but increased, your popularity didn’t fall one bit either. Can this be counted as a blessing in disguise?”
Ouyang Qianqian popped a chip in her mouth, chattering away as she ate.
A blessing in my misfortune? I’d rather not have this kind of blessing, Mo Yibai thought as she gazed out the window.
Just then her phone dinged. It was a text from the hospital nurse she had bribed with an autographed photo, since she couldn’t stay at the hospital herself. She had the nurse give her updates on Xiao Shun.
She opened the message and her heart skipped a beat. A radiant smile lit up her face as she said to Ouyang Qianqian, “He’s awake.”
“Who?” Ouyang Qianqian didn’t react for a moment, then realized after asking. Her face also brightened.
“Mr. Xiao is awake?”
Mo Yibai nodded with an “Mm-hmm.”
“Let’s go see him then?”
Mo Yibai hesitated, then smiled and said, “I won’t go. Knowing he’s awake is enough to put my mind at ease. I have a show tomorrow morning, so I can fly back just in time.”
“Oh no, you came all this way but won’t see him before leaving just like that? What a waste!”
Since they were good friends, Ouyang Qianqian knew Mo Yibai’s feelings for Xiao Shun, so she felt it was a pity for her.
“It’s not a waste. If we’re fated we’ll meet again,” Mo Yibai’s mood immediately brightened and she said with a smile.
“Alright then.”
Two hours later, Mo Yibai stood at the Stillwater airport entrance and looked back in the direction of the city hospital.
“Goodbye.”
“Discharge? You just woke up two or three days ago and still can’t get out of bed. Why hurry to discharge?”
In the hospital room, Xiao Shun told Yao Cen he wanted to discharge, and she asked puzzledly.
“Staying here doesn’t help my injury. Even if I stay a year I won’t get better. Call Duan Jia to come over and buy me a wheelchair,” Xiao Shun said lightly with a smile.
Thanks to several days of acupuncture from Qin Guangyuan and the hospital’s treatment, although he still couldn’t move, at least the pain had completely disappeared.
No one else could help him now. He could only go to the little courtyard on the Eighth Path and absorb energy to heal himself.
Since Xiao Shun said so, Yao Cen didn’t object either. As for why he insisted on the Eighth Path courtyard, Xiao Shun didn’t say, so she didn’t ask.
She called Duan Jia. He soon came driving over with a wheelchair.
Xiao Shun was now paralyzed and could barely sit up into the wheelchair.
Duan Jia went to process the discharge while Yao Cen pushed Xiao Shun to Song Linger’s room. She knew Xiao Shun had been concerned about Song Linger’s injuries in his heart without voicing it.
To have such a virtuous wife, what more could a husband ask for? Xiao Shun felt grateful and sighed to himself.
Tang Shishi was there too. She would occasionally visit Xiao Shun these days, but always felt Yao Cen was guarding against her like a thief, making her very uncomfortable.
Hmm, yes, uncomfortable…
Seeing Song Linger wrapped up like a mummy, Xiao Shun felt another pang of distress.
Song Linger was cheerful as ever. Having not seen Xiao Shun for many days, seeing him able to sit in a wheelchair now, albeit looking shrunken, still made her very happy. Her sparkling eyes smiled into slits.
“That’s great Master, you can even sit in a wheelchair now. You’ll get better soon right?”
“Mm, how are you? Still hurting?” Xiao Shun smiled faintly.
He also knew about Song Linger’s injuries from others. They were external injuries, not fatal. Fortunately this girl usually practiced martial arts and had tough skin, otherwise with Yang Zino’s skills she would have died already. But the pain was unavoidable.
Cultivators being able to take hits didn’t mean they didn’t feel pain!
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. I should be discharged in a few days too. Lying in bed any longer and I feel like I’ll start growing mushrooms,” Song Linger said with a grin, using her finger to scratch at the bandage on her other arm.
She always loved activity over tranquility. Lying in bed for days was really difficult for her.
Xiao Shun nodded. “That’s good. Focus on recovering your injuries. When you’re better… we’ll talk then.”
He was about to promise her something, but couldn’t think of anything in that moment, so those last two abrupt words came out.
But Song Linger looked as if she had obtained some promise, eyes lighting up excitedly, “Okay, okay!”
In her excitement she unconsciously moved and pulled at her wounds, unable to hold back a wince.
Xiao Shun chatted with her casually for a bit more before having Yao Cen push him out of the room.