"I'm not going." Barnard waved a hand. "I'll lie down for a while."
"I think you'd be better off getting out and walking around." Ye Chuqi knew the old man was too advanced in years to overexert himself, but he still needed regular exercise. He spent most of his time cooped up in the Laboratory and hardly exercised as it was. Now that he shut himself in the carriage every day, of course he was growing more listless.
"No." Barnard rolled over with difficulty, turning his back to Ye Chuqi. His arms and legs already felt weak. He had no desire to go outside.
"Don't you want to know what I added to that bowl of Medicinal Decoction last night?"
Barnard's ears pricked up.
"You must have noticed those Herbs couldn't have worked quickly enough to cure you overnight. But you slept, and your fever was gone when you woke up, wasn't it?"
Barnard said nothing. He had been curious all night. He'd even thought the question would keep him awake, just as he'd struggled to sleep on previous nights. Instead, one bowl of medicine had sent him into a deep sleep before he could think about anything.
When he opened his eyes again, it was broad daylight, and the young woman was still chattering beside him.
Ye Chuqi was teasing Barnard. Given the old man's obsession with Alchemy, she knew her words would catch his interest. Then he'd have to get up.
"I made medicinal porridge this morning. It's much like last night's medicine. If you don't come take a look, they'll eat it all."
"Can't you bring me a bowl?" At the thought of it being eaten up, Barnard hurriedly propped himself up and looked around. But Ye Chuqi had already turned away, leaving him with a pitiless