Chapter 129: This is Science

"The person is indeed dead, but this is just a type of nervous reflex. Even if a person is dead, the nerves and meridians still have activity within forty-eight hours. I just struck his acupoints to make his meridians contract, which created a state of walking."

"So there is a scientific basis for this; everyone, please do not panic," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Everyone suddenly understood, and they were no longer as afraid of the hair-raising scene from just a moment ago.

In truth, Chen Yu knew in his heart that the deceased had been angered to death, with a breath of resentment stuck in his chest that could not dissipate, and his Three Souls had not yet departed. He had just used some minor techniques to make the deceased's resentment erupt instantly; strictly speaking, it was a corpse coming back to life, but he would not explain these things to avoid causing panic.

After a full day, Chen Yu was exhausted. In the evening, after seeing the last patient, Zhao Anran prepared some food and asked Chen Yu to stay for dinner.

It just so happened that the medicinal herbs ordered today had arrived, so Zhao Lao asked Chen Yu and Zhao Anran to eat first while he went out to inventory the herbs.

In fact, Zhao Lao's greatest wish was to recruit Chen Yu as his granddaughter's husband, but unfortunately, Chen Yu was already married; this was his greatest regret. Despite this, he still tried hard to create opportunities for his granddaughter, believing that as long as one swings the hoe well, one can definitely dig up the corner of any wall.

"Thank you. Without you, Xinglinju would really have had a hard time starting over." Having been busy and overwhelmed for the past few days, only now did Zhao Anran have time to thank Chen Yu.

"It's nothing; your grandfather and I are in a partnership," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"I plan to resign from my hospital job and focus on managing Xinglinju from now on," Zhao Anran said.

"That's good; this must be your grandfather's greatest wish," Chen Yu said.

"Yes, the Zhao Family has practiced Traditional Chinese Medicine for generations, but in his generation, there is no one to carry it on, so he has always hoped I could take over," Zhao Anran said with a smile. "As long as he is happy, that is enough."

"Mm, this fish jelly is delicious," Chen Yu said with a smile. The fish jelly Zhao Anran made melted in the mouth and tasted excellent.

"Then eat more." Zhao Anran picked up a piece of fish jelly for Chen Yu, then quickly lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth desperately; she used her beautiful long hair to deliberately cover her face, which was as red as an apple.

Chen Yu was stunned; this action... was somewhat intimate.

At this moment, Zhao Lao carried in a box of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Zhao Anran quickly put down her chopsticks to help: "Grandfather, finish eating before you deal with that."

"No, let's finish it first," Zhao Lao said. Suddenly, his hand loosened, and the box of medicine in his hand fell to the ground. With a crash, the box of medicine scattered.

"Grandfather, slow down. You go rest first, I'll clean it up," Zhao Anran said, startled.

"Wait." Chen Yu put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked forward, grabbed a handful of the medicine, and sniffed it at his nose.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Zhao Anran asked.

"The medicine has a problem." Chen Yu looked at the medicine; it was a box of fleeceflower root. He put it in his mouth, bit it, then spat it out and said, "Fake medicine."

"Fake medicine? This medicine was ordered from Lao Xu; it can't be fake. We've been old partners for decades," Zhao Lao was shocked.

"Sweet potato cut into cubes and disguised as fleeceflower root; it has a caramel taste when chewed carefully," Chen Yu said. "I'll go check the others."

The few of them hurried out to open all the medicine and examine it carefully.

"The schisandra is made by dyeing dried, unripe grapes to pass them off as the real thing. The safflower is mixed with wood fibers; it feels prickly when you grab it and has a lot of debris," Chen Yu said. "The poria is made from processed rice flour..."

"The agarwood is also fake, and the peach kernels are apricot kernels," Zhao Anran also identified several items.

"I'm going to call Lao Xu and ask what's going on," Zhao Lao said furiously. "Old partners for decades, and he's scamming me?"

"Don't call yet. It might not be Lao Xu's doing; after all, it's possible it was swapped during transport," Chen Yu said. "Let me figure out what's going on first."

"Are you done unloading or not? Hurry up, I have other jobs to take," the truck driver walked over at this moment.

"Master, was this medicine transported directly from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market? Did it go anywhere else on the way?" Chen Yu asked.

"Go where? I transported it directly. Why would I have nothing better to do than run to other places? Isn't that a waste of gas?" the driver said impatiently.

"Is that so?" Chen Yu smiled. He clearly saw the driver's shifty eyes; there was a problem with this cargo.

"Hurry up and move it, or I'll charge you for occupying the vehicle. Don't delay me from making money," the driver said angrily.

"We need to have a good talk." Chen Yu grinned. He suddenly grabbed the driver and flashed into a secluded corner.

Five minutes later, the bruised and swollen driver confessed everything: "It was Zhou Peng from Mingshun Medical Hall who found me. He swapped these medicines and gave me some money. It has nothing to do with me; please let me go."

"It's them again. It seems that old bastard Zhou Hongru is desperate. No, I can't just sit and wait for death," Zhao Lao said angrily. "He has bullied me to this extent; I must fight back."

"Don't be anxious, Zhao Lao. I'll go meet him," Chen Yu said with a smile. "This fake medicine is well-made. Even a professional would find it hard to tell the difference at a glance. This shows that the Zhou Family must have a complete fake medicine industrial chain."

"Right, this must be true. That old bastard's Mingshun Medical Hall must have fake medicine. No wonder everyone says his medicine doesn't work; it's all fake medicine. It would be strange if it had any effect," Zhao Lao slapped his thigh. "What should we do? Should we report them now?"

"We need evidence," Chen Yu said. "If we report them like this, they definitely won't admit it. It's better to find the right moment and completely knock him down."

"But where can we find evidence?" Zhao Lao pondered bitterly.

"I'll handle it. For the next few days, the medicine will be ordered directly from Yaoshan, and every vehicle will be sealed to prevent it from being swapped. That old thing Zhou Hongru is cunning; we must not let him find any loopholes," Chen Yu said.

"Good, I will be careful," Zhao Lao nodded.

After Chen Yu left, Zhao Lao went out for something, and Zhao Anran went to the kitchen to prepare to make fish jelly.

The fish raised in the backyard pond were simmered over low heat with star anise, spices, and other ingredients until the broth was thick, then poured into a container and placed in the refrigerator to solidify.

Zhao Anran looked at the fish soup rolling in the pot and sighed slightly: "Zhao Anran, what are you thinking about? He is already married..."

But sometimes people are just like this; they know it is wrong, yet they still want to continue being wrong.

Just as she was lost in thought, a burst of thick smoke billowed, and someone outside shouted: "Fire!"

Zhao Anran was startled and turned to run outside. Xinglinju was an old house with a lot of wooden materials, which caught fire easily.

But she had only taken a few steps when the fire had already spread.

With a boom, the ceiling of the kitchen collapsed, and a ball of fire struck down from the roof, crashing directly onto Zhao Anran's head...