The Petite Wife of An Eighties' Villainous Big-Shot

Chapter 15: The Original Character Never Dared to Give Prescriptions

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

With a smile, Qi Mianmian put her hand underneath her pillow, opened her palm, and placed five identical wavy hair clips on Qi Tian’s sewing machine. “It’s not from her. I rescued a little girl who fainted by the river a few days ago. She gave it to me. Here, I’ll give it to you for safekeeping. We can wear them together in the future.”

Qi Mianmian was not lying. These hair clips were given to her by that little girl, but that event had happened in her previous life.

Qi Tian took the hair clips and placed them in the small drawer of the sewing machine. “Okay, I’ll put them here. If you and Qi Zhen want to use them, come and get them from me.”

Qi Tian wasn’t going to wear the hair clip now.

Something of such good quality should only be worn when she went out of the house.

After combing her hair, Qi Mianmian squeezed some Chinese toothpaste onto her character’s toothbrush. Then, carrying a teapot and an old porcelain wash basin, she limped to the kitchen to get some water to wash up.

She was glad that this family had a strong sense of hygiene because of Old Master Qi.

Not only did they have the habit of washing their hands before eating, but they also each had their own teapot, wash basin, bath basin, bowls, and even their own pair of chopsticks.

However, the toothbrush and wash towel were looking a little worn. Qi Mianmian rummaged through the Medical Spirit Dimension and replaced them with new but plain-looking ones.

The toothbrush was small and inconspicuous.

The towel was bigger. Although she had specially chosen a low-profile gray… the new towel was still soon discovered by everyone.

“Mianmian, you bought a new towel? Ah, this color is really nice.”

“Hmm, the quality looks good. It wasn’t cheap, right?”

…

Although everyone made unnecessary comments, no one said that this towel was odd. Qi Mianmian was very satisfied.

She said vaguely, “A few days ago, I bumped into an employee from the towel factory selling towels with small defects. I saw that there were many people buying from him, so I bought two as well.”

Everyone replied in unison, “No wonder. Sigh, why don’t I have such good opportunities…”

The people present did not include Qi Moli’s family, nor Qi Jingtang, Wan Meiling, Qi Yang, and Qi Fang.

Qi Moli’s family was now lifeless, listless, and silent.

Qi Fang was still sleeping.

Qi Jingtang and Wan Meiling had gone to work early in the morning.

Qi Yang had also been taken away by Wan Meiling.

In other words, Qi Mianmian had yet to see her cheap father, stepmother, and younger brother, Qi Yang.

Her older brother, Qi Fang, had asked about her injury after he returned home at around eight o’clock last night. However, he did not enter the room, but stood in the shadows outside. She didn’t see his face clearly either.

After washing up, Qi Mianmian went to the kitchen, wanting to help Qi Zhen, but found that Qi Zhen was cutting meat.

Upon seeing her, Qi Zhen looked at her and smiled happily. “Auntie Mei heard that you were injured and gave me one yuan last night, asking me to buy some meat to make stew for you. Wait a while more, it’ll be done soon.”

Qi Mianmian: “…”

This stepmother was not bad either.

…

Qi Mianmian could not refuse the stew. After finishing her portion, she took out a pen and some paper and wrote for a while. She handed two pieces of paper and twenty yuan to Qi Zhen. “Second Sister, this is a prescription to cure your eyes and reduce the heatiness in your body. Go to the Chinese medicine shop and get five portions of the ingredients listed here. Next, these are the things we’ll need to build the oven. I’ll have to trouble you to buy them back.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Tian stopped what she was doing in shock, not to mention Qi Zhen, who was dumbfounded, her almond-shaped eyes wide.

Qi Zhen was stunned silent for a moment before she spoke. “A prescription to cure my short-sightedness and my heatiness? Mianmian, since when have you dared to write medical prescriptions? Also, how do you know how to build an oven?”

Qi Zhen had heard from her grandparents that after Qi Mianmian had studied medicine for two years, she had given up on it because she was timid and did not dare to treat wounds or prescribe medicine for others.

Qi Tian did not speak. With her narrow phoenix eyes, she stared unblinkingly at Qi Mianmian, waiting for her to answer.