Although Kong Mengjiao had already guessed that the child was probably fathered by Kong Wange, she still didn't want to believe it since she didn't hear Murong Ting admit it personally.

Murong Ting didn't know that the woman in front of him was testing him, so he responded casually: "...Then I'll bother Miss Kong."

This is undoubtedly the acquiescence.

Kong Mengjiao secretly clenched her hands into fists at her side, and her heart went cold: "I didn't expect that this little brat was really the child of that old man Kong Wange!"

However, judging from Brother Ting's attitude, it seems that she doesn't like her sister, otherwise she wouldn't have raised the child in secret for five years.

It seems that Kong Wange used some trick to give birth to the child.

Thinking of this, she felt a little at ease, tried to keep her composure, wrote down the prescription, and handed it to Murong Ting, "Brother Ting, take the medicine according to this prescription and fry it for Xiao Chen."

Murong Ting took the prescription and arranged for someone to pick it up. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still know about Chinese medicine?"

Kong Mengjiao smiled sheepishly: "Brother Ting, have you forgotten? Our family started out as a Chinese medicine practitioner. Although I am currently studying Western medicine, I also have some experience in Chinese medicine."

After saying this, Murong Ting remembered.

Indeed, the Kong family started with a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and later slowly penetrated into the field of Western medicine, opened a hospital, and recently also started to get involved in medicine.

Looking at Kong Mengjiao in front of him, Murong Ting couldn't help but think of Kong Wange again.

They are both daughters of the Kong family, so why are they so different?

The medicine was quickly bought and Aunt Zheng went to the kitchen to cook the medicine.

Kong Mengjiao stood up and said, "Brother Ting, I'm going to check and make sure the dosage of this medicine is correct."

Murong Ting nodded slightly.

In the kitchen, Aunt Zheng couldn't help but flinch when she saw Kong Mengjiao.

Kong Mengjiao changed her gentle and harmless attitude, and instead sneered: "What are you afraid of? We have reached this point, and there is no way to retreat. Don't worry, do this well, I guarantee you and your son

You will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.”

Aunt Zheng said resolutely: "Yes, I will listen to Miss Kong in everything."

Kong Mengjiao gave her a packet of medicinal powder in her hand with satisfaction, "Add this to the soup and it will cure the cold poison on that little bastard."

"Okay, I understand."

"Do you still have the cold poison I gave you last time?"

"There are two more small bags."

"Well, you hide one pack, and you mix the other pack into a small amount and mix it into his meals every day."

Aunt Zheng's eyes widened: "More, still more?!"

Kong Mengjiao looked at her inexplicably: "Why else would I have a reason to come here so often? Now that the poison has been administered, it will naturally continue to be administered."

She lowered her voice and said, "Only if I become the benefactor of the Murong family, will they take me seriously and will I be able to help your son. Do you understand?"

Aunt Zheng nodded tremblingly: "Ming, I understand."

"Do it well and I won't treat you badly." After saying that, Kong Mengjiao patted her shoulder and turned around to go out.

Not long after, Aunt Zheng came up with a bowl of soup.

After putting it aside, Murong Ting asked her to get off work and patiently stirred the soup to cool down with a spoon.

Kong Mengjiao watched from the side, thinking that Murong Ting paid so much attention to his son, so she bet on the right thing this time.

After taking the medicine, Murong Chen quickly stabilized.

My breathing became much calmer and I stopped crying and fussing.

Lin Cheng took the thermometer and measured it, and immediately said in surprise: "Young Master Ting, my fever is gone!"

Murong Ting did not expect the effect to be so obvious. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the medicine cured the disease.

He stood up, tucked Murong Chen's quilt, raised his hand and said to Kong Mengjiao: "Miss Kong, let's talk in the living room."

"Brother Ting, just call me Jiaojiao." Kong Mengjiao said shyly, and then followed him to the living room.


Chapter completed!