Dr. Gates sighed and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. Finally, he said, “Young Master Philip, have you ever heard of something called the golden blood in this world?” Philip abruptly reacted and said, “It has something to do with golden blood?” Dr. Gates nodded and said, “Young Master Philip, truth be told, 20 years ago, I was fortunate enough to have encountered a patient with golden blood. That patient’s condition was very similar to the young madam’s. She underwent two childbirths and had a hemorrhage during her second delivery. Later, her blood flow collapsed and her body quickly deteriorated. All vitality in her blood essence was lost. In less than three years, the patient passed away and left two children behind. “I have visited famous doctors and read various ancient books, but there’s no treatment for this disease. It can be said that for people with golden blood, regardless of men or women, the blood flow in their bodies will collapse at a certain age
After pondering for a moment, Dr. Gates said, “Multidew Herb.” Multidew Herb? What kind of medicinal material was that? After hearing this, Philip's entire face trembled as he inquired, “Dr. Gates, what medicine is this?” Dr. Gates shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and explained, “Young Master Philip, I don’t know this medicine either. It’s just something recorded in an ancient book. It’s said to be made from the juice of a hundred kinds of herbs that has absorbed sunlight and moonlight. It takes 3,000 years to form a plant. Then, the plant is taken and pounded into medicinal dew.” Dr. Gates raised three fingers as he said that, his face full of helpless distress as he shook his head. Philip did not feel well after hearing this. Was there really such a thing in this world? It sounded more like a plant from a fairytale. The plant needed 3,000 years to grow? The history of this country was only 5,000 years. “Dr. Gates, was this recorded in an ancient bo
“Young Master Philip, the 3,000 years mentioned in the ancient texts may not be very credible and perhaps just exaggerated.” Seeing Philip’s look of dejection, Dr. Gates coughed lightly and said, “However, don’t be discouraged. Although this prescription is hard to come by, I’ll try my best to read the ancient books again to find out if there’s a remedy to alleviate the young madam’s illness.” Philip nodded. He felt very empty, disappointed, and upset. “Dr. Gates, I'll be counting on you, then,” Philip said respectfully with a bow. Dr. Gates quickly helped Philip up and said, “Young Master Philip, you don’t have to do this. I’m just one of the Clarke family’s doctors and I should do my best. You don’t have to bow to me.” Philip did not say anything but looked at Dr. Gates very seriously and said, “Dr. Gates, don’t tell the young madam about this matter for now.” Dr. Gates naturally understood and answered with a nod, “I understand, please rest assured. I’ll go back and pres
At this moment, a tiny figure was rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was wearing a cute pair of pink pajamas and standing at the bedroom door. “Daddy.” Mila called out and walked in wearing big pink slippers. Philip smiled, bent over, and picked Mila up. He bopped her nose and asked, “Why are you awake?” Mila hid in Philip’s arms in fear and said, “I had a nightmare. I dreamed that Mom left me and went far away.” While saying that, Mila looked at the sleeping Wynn on the bed and wanted to call out to her. Philip immediately put a finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture and said, “Mom is asleep. Let me play with you for a while.” Mila nodded, looking very cute with her hair slightly disheveled. The father and daughter sat in the living room to play at this moment. While playing, Philip noticed a small object hanging from Mila’s neck. It was a small green bottle carved with patterns and there was a red string on both ends. The bottle was about the size of a little finger.
Wynn was stunned. Philip actually had a great-great-grandfather. Was that not her father-in-law’s great-grandfather? The generation gap was too huge! For a while, Wynn was a little flustered. She stared reproachfully at Philip and said, “Why didn't you tell me earlier? You nearly got me into trouble.” After that, Wynn took Mila, who was still drinking her milk, back to the room and started changing. About half an hour later, Wynn changed into a long white dress with a small trench coat. Her hair was coiled on her head, and she put on high heels. With light makeup on, she looked very savvy and approachable. “How is it? Do I look okay?” Wynn looked at herself and glanced at Philip expectantly. Philip stroked his chin, nodded, and said, “Okay, this is fine. The grand elder is not a particular person.” Wynn rolled her eyes at him and said, “How can we act so casually? No way, I’ll change into another outfit.” With that said, Wynn returned to the room. Ten minutes later, she
Soon, the four arrived at the middle hall. At this moment, an old man with his hand behind his back was looking at the birdcage hanging in the yard. From a distance, the old man was dressed in plain clothes, looking quite hale and hearty. Horace walked in with Philip and the others. He bowed slightly to the old man and said, “Grand Elder, Philip has brought his wife and child to visit you.” The grand elder turned around with a benevolent smile. He looked at Philip who was grinning broadly, stretched out his hand in a beckon, and said, “Little Monkey, are you finally willing to come back and visit this lonely old man?” Philip stepped forward, bowed to the old man, and said with a smile, “Grand Elder, I’m here to visit you.” The old man rolled his eyes at Philip before looking at Wynn and Mila who were standing with trepidation on the side. Then, with a smile on his face, he beckoned to Wynn and Mila while saying, “Come here, all of you. There are not so many rules to follo
At this moment, the grand elder was lying on a wicker chair, enjoying tea and listening to music. “Little Monkey, refill my tea,” the old man called out. Philip walked over with a few steps, refilled the old man’s teapot, and sat next to him. The old man glanced at Philip and asked with a faint smile, “Something on your mind?” Philip squeezed out a smile and said, “Nothing.” The old man chuckled, looked at the flowers and plants in the yard, and said, “I watched you grow up. I can tell at a glance that you have something on your mind. If you tell me, perhaps I can help.” Philip thought for a while, got up, and sat down next to the grand elder. He refilled the old man’s teacup before asking, “Grand Elder, I want to ask you something.” The old man hummed and said, “What is it? Why are you so secretive and why do you look so serious?” Philip pondered for a moment and asked, “Do you know about the Multidew Herb?” “Multidew Herb?” The grand elder suddenly repeated and sa
His mother actually knew about the Multidew Herb? “Grand Elder, what’s going on? Why did Mother leave you this thing?” Philip asked. The old man shook his head and said with a smile, “Your mother’s talent is the first in this world, and no one would dare to say no to her. She must have her reasons for leaving this thing behind. Back then, your mother and your father were in charge of the sixth and seventh zones in the Nonagon. They were known as the double emperors. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the turmoil in the Nonagon broke out. Your parents had no choice but to leave. Your mother's accident was more or less related to the Nonagon. Perhaps it was also connected to the Multidew Herb.” The grand elder looked at the sky, lost in thoughts. Waves of sadness appeared on his face. Philip listened in amazement. He had already learned from Fennel Leigh that his mother’s accident was related to the Nonagon. However, the Multidew Herb was also related to his mother now. C