Sixty Eggs to Reduce Swelling

“Your Majesty, there is basically no danger. If he wakes up, he’ll be fine; if not, there may be some risk. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see,” the imperial physician answered honestly.

A look of delight flashed in Mu Zhihan’s eyes. The manuscript she had spent several days and nights writing seemed to have moved him.

“You see me enter and don’t even salute?” A cold voice rang out. Leng Yu glanced at the newcomer, the corners of his mouth twisting.

“That’s enough,” Li Hao said, hanging up the phone. Another call was coming in, this time from Li Hongchang of the Li Corporation. Two calls in a single day—he wondered what this would be about.

The next few days passed without incident. Li Ning cultivated his energy at ease in the inn, while Zhao Yan’er and He Jin helped Yang Dai prepare for her birthday next month. Yang Dai sent an invitation for Li Ning to visit her residence, but he politely declined, citing his seclusion for training, and promised to celebrate her birthday with her next month.

Before long, they arrived at the People’s Hospital. Su Yue and Hu Qianhua walked ahead, with Zhao Yi and Jiang Shan following behind.

Suddenly, the leaden clouds parted, followed by a sharp crack. A bolt of tribulation lightning crashed down, striking straight at the Kirin within the barrier of light.

This youth was Li Ning. His quest for the sand spirit had taken a great deal of time. Diving headfirst into the pool, he was startled to suddenly meet a pair of icy eyes. They were as cold as a viper’s, sending a chill straight to his heart.

Who would have guessed a class reunion would turn into a brawl? Many people couldn’t stand Wu Yi’s behavior or his arrogance, but all they could do was swallow their anger. After all, he had an influential father and the arrogance to match. In this era, everything depended on one’s family background.

Yang Lefan was almost too delighted—he hadn't even done anything, and a hundred thousand yuan was his. Still, he kept his wits about him. How could such luck simply fall from the sky? Remembering Sun Xue’er’s sly smile, he concluded there must be some hidden plot.

On their return, the atmosphere was more relaxed than ever, so there was no rush as they traveled. Perhaps only their squad still moved with such urgency.

Zhou Qingzhu giggled. “Alright, Brother Wang, if you can really bring back a mermaid, Sister Yan and I will do nothing every day but take turns smacking her until she cries.” Jin Minhui smiled sweetly. “Then I’ll fetch a basin to collect her tears—those must turn into pearls.” Laughter erupted among them.

Stepping out of the station, Tian Tian watched as some people went straight to the bus or hailed a taxi, while others were greeted by beaming friends and family. She couldn’t help but gaze at them with longing.

No matter what, Pin’er had finally relented, and Hua Mian felt a weight lift from her heart as she left the Bell Palace, her whole body light with relief. Yet as she went, the shallow smile in the eyes of the person behind her was replaced by a chilling, predatory darkness.

Hearing that a long-held wish was about to come true, Tang Feng was thrilled. After letting go of Alice, he circled her and asked again, then lunged forward, eager to embrace the beauty before him.

Liu Hong looked at me in confusion. “Who are you?” Tang Yun thought for a moment and replied, “Demacia!” Liu Hong’s eyes lit up. “Noxus!” It reminded me of the secret code Liu Hong invented in college to dodge dorm checks while we sneaked out to watch TV series—Tang Yun knew it too.

Opposite the Xinglong Inn stood a teahouse. Spring Grass found a window seat upstairs, where she could clearly observe the inn’s entrance.

He Changdi looked at her rosy cheeks, and his morning yearning flared up. He pressed a kiss to her tender lips, then gritted his teeth and forced down the heat in his heart.

Old Ghost twirled his mustache. He was bald and scratched his scalp incessantly. Only now did he realize Mu Xichen couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

This time, the third young master had truly wagered everything and lost. Looking at the noble youths of Shengjing, now stripped of all their usual ornaments, he couldn’t help but feel wretched.

Comments on the forum instantly soared past ten thousand. Zhang Xiao no longer knew how to reply. Before the competition, he had even discussed with the site admin, worried about a flood of comments, so at least he was mentally prepared.

Zheng Zhefann raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t expected to rent a place and run into a fan.

All his swagger vanished; after a few whimpers, he spat out a mouthful of blood and bits of organs. His body was scarlet, as though he’d been boiled like a shrimp.

To maximize usable space, the main and secondary peaks of the Rising Sun Gate had been steadily raised. At this height, it felt like walking on clouds; the ground was nowhere to be seen. Mist drifted and swirled with the wind, sometimes rolling, sometimes gathering—a true celestial paradise.

Yang Luo froze, his mind going utterly blank. The orderly plans he’d made for today vanished in an instant.

Chronos Industries wasn’t an American company, but a vast international arms conglomerate, supplying weapons to countries around the world.

As this thought occurred, everyone present turned their gaze to Anbei Qingming, who sat with eyes closed, quietly resting.

The three of them lay side by side on Yuan Xi’s broad, carved wooden bed, chatting back and forth about those matters as the lights went out.