C10 Trouble Kept Coming

Hee Chen nodded solemnly and asked, "Did you suffer any internal injuries when you were young?"

"Of course not. If I were to kowtow and touch, the whole family would be anxious. How could I be injured?" Murong Yanrong said.

That's right. Such a rich girl would usually be doted on by thousands of people. People would take care of her wherever she went. It was almost impossible for her to get hurt, let alone internal injuries!

However, Hee Chen insisted and said, "No, your injuries can't be faked. I can't be wrong."

"But in my memory, I didn't experience any injuries. Wu... if there is, it is also before I remember!" Murong Yanrong said.

Hee Chen thought for a moment and immediately said, "If that is the case, then I will have to ask your family!"

"Now?" Murong Yanrong asked.

"Yes." Hee Chen nodded seriously.

"Take your hands off me." Murong Yanrong said snappily.

Hee Chen smiled sulkily and then said shamelessly, "This is to treat you!"

Murong Yanrong was used to Hee Chen's character and was not surprised by it. She was too lazy to argue with him. She picked up her phone and dialed his father's number.

"Yanrong?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Dad, I have something to talk to you about." Murong Yanrong went straight to the point.

"Tell me, what is it?" Master Murong asked.

"Did I get hurt when I was young?" Murong Yanrong asked.

"Injured?" Master Murong's tone was full of confusion. He continued, "No, you have been protected by so many people since you were young. How did you get injured?"

Murong Yanrong heard him and immediately turned to look at Hee Chen. She said in a low voice, "You heard it too. My dad said he didn't."

Hee Chen frowned. He still thought he could not make a mistake. He insisted, "Ask your dad to think it through. Don't let go of any details."

"Okay." Murong Yanrong nodded and then said to the phone, "Dad, do you want to be more careful? I really have not been injured."

"Of course. If you were injured, how could I not remember such a big thing?" Master Murong was very sure.

"Okay, I'll hang up first. Bye bye." Murong Yanrong immediately hung up the phone.

"That shouldn't be. Could it be that I really got fooled?" At this point, even Hee Chen started to doubt himself.

"A man has lost his footing and a horse has lost his hoof. Let's just make a mistake." Murong Yanrong said.

Hee Chen shook his head and said, "No. This matter concerns your health. You must not be careless. I must find out."

After saying that, Hee Chen was about to reach into Murong Yanrong's bath towel when he was slapped away by her.

"Are you serious? Are you going to treat me or take the opportunity to eat my tofu?" Murong Yanrong gritted her teeth.

"Of course I am going to treat you!" Even so, Hee Chen did not insist. Clearly, he was feeling guilty. He quickly changed the topic and said, "Manager Wu has already gone to get the medicine. When he comes back, I will brew the medicine for you."

"Okay." Murong Yanrong nodded. She immediately stood up and went upstairs, leaving behind a graceful figure that caused Hee Chen's imagination to run wild.

The herbs that Hee Chen had developed were extremely hard to find. Even though Manager Wu was from the Ziyun Group, it took him a lot of effort to gather all of them.

When the sunset gradually turned red, a full moon quietly climbed into the sky. When night was about to fall, Manager Wu finally came back. He brought large and small bags of herbs into the villa.

"Young Master He, the herbs you asked for are really hard to find. I used a lot of connections to search the entire city to find them." The first thing he said when he entered was Manager Wu's complaint.

"Good herbs have miraculous effects." Hee Chen said with a smile.

"That's true. I hope Miss will recover soon." Manager Wu did not feel tired after working the whole afternoon. All he thought about was brewing medicine for Murong Yanrong to treat her illness.

"Just give me all the herbs. You don't know how to deal with them!" Hee Chen took all the bags from Manager Wu. Inside were all the herbs he needed.

In order to brew the medicine for Murong Yanrong, Manager Wu cleared the kitchen and prepared all kinds of stoves.

After that, Hee Chen quickly cleaned up all the herbs and gave birth to a fire medicine furnace. When the temperature of the furnace reached a certain degree, Hee Chen placed the medicinal herbs into it one by one and then slowly boiled them with a fire.

A cauldron of herbs usually required several hours of brewing to extract the essence of the herbs, but Hee Chen did not have to go through so much trouble. While brewing the herbs, he injected his spirit energy into the cauldron. In just half an hour, the medicinal liquid was successfully extracted.

After the soup was finished, Hee Chen did not immediately give it to Murong Yanrong. Instead, he poured himself a bowl and drank it all. The medicinal liquid flowed through his mouth and into his stomach. He immediately felt extremely comfortable, as if his blocked meridians had been cleared.

"The spiritual energy on Earth is really poor. The effect of the Rejuvenation soup is less than 1%, but it's better than nothing. It's finally beneficial to the body." Hee Chen had the body of a devil lord in his previous life. His strong body was the key to his fame. On Earth, Hee Chen's body was weak and could even be considered to be sick. Therefore, he needed to be treated well.

These herbs could not only treat Murong Yanrong, but could also help Hee Chen improve his physical fitness, which would allow him to cultivate twice the result with half the effort!

"The medicine is ready!" After he finished drinking, Hee Chen carried a bowl of steaming hot soup out of the kitchen and went straight to Murong Yanrong's room upstairs.

When Hee Chen recklessly barged into Murong Yanrong's room, he immediately saw a half-naked body. Both of them exclaimed at the same time.

"Bastard, get out of here!" Murong Yanrong quickly wrapped her clothes tightly and turned around at the same time, scolding loudly.

Hee Chen swallowed his saliva and did not dare to look too much. He was afraid that Murong Yanrong would go crazy, so he quickly left the room and waited at the door with the soup and medicine.

A few minutes passed and the tightly shut door suddenly opened. Murong Yanrong rushed out in anger. She asked loudly, "Don't you know that you have to knock first when you enter the house?"

Hee Chen looked embarrassed and whispered, "Who knows that you have a hobby of admiring your figure?"

However, although Hee Chen's voice was not loud, Murong Yanrong clearly heard his words. This undoubtedly made her even angrier.

"Alright, alright. Stop messing around. Drink the medicine first." Hee Chen had been carrying steaming hot medicinal soup all this time. This scene made Murong Yanrong's heart soften. She did not have the heart to scold him again.

"Alright." Murong Yanrong took the soup from Hee Chen's hand. After taking a sip, her expression changed drastically and she said unhappily, "Why is it so bitter?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter, it's good for illness!" Hee Chen urged Murong Yanrong to drink the soup as soon as possible.

"It's really bitter!" Murong Yanrong complained as she drank the medicine.

Murong Yanrong took ten minutes to finish a small bowl of soup.

In the next two days, Hee Chen brewed all the herbs that Manager Wu found into soup. He and Murong Yanrong each took half and drank it.

It was finally time for class. Early in the morning, Manager Wu had arranged for a luxury car to send Murong Yanrong to Dalang High School.

The two of them rode in the Ziyun Group's car and entered Dalang High School without any obstructions. When Hee Chen and Murong Yanrong alighted from the same car, they immediately attracted many people's surprised gazes.

However, many people had heard about the registration day. Lee Yuanjie had been killed by Hee Chen. Who would dare to look down on this ordinary guy?

Hee Chen and Murong Yanrong walked side by side. The two of them arrived at the classroom very quickly. When they appeared, the class immediately burst into cheers, especially Hee Chen's two best friends, Wang Zhiming and Du Jiang.

These two guys were the most excited, as if they were the ones standing beside Murong Yanrong.

"Mr Chen is mighty!" Wang Zhiming shouted loudly.

Du Jiang also led a group of people and made the whole class stop.

At this moment, the form teacher, Liu Zisheng, suddenly appeared. He shouted, "What are you yelling about? Don't you feel ashamed?"

The classroom immediately quieted down. Hee Chen and Murong Yanrong looked at each other and smiled. Then they ran in and sat at the same table in the front row.

At this time, Liu Zisheng slowly walked into the classroom. He stood on the podium and looked around. Then, he reprimanded. It's noisy on the first day of school. What kind of manners are you? You're making the whole class laugh! "

Hee Chen's form teacher was a person who never stopped talking. When he started talking, the entire class almost collapsed. Everyone knew that this ideological education would not be short. It might even take up two or three lessons.

Just as everyone was complaining, Liu Zisheng suddenly pointed at Hee Chen and said, "In our class, there are some students who don't know what's good for them. They actually dared to hurt their classmates on the day of registration. How despicable!"

Hearing this, Hee Chen was immediately unhappy. He refuted. "Teacher Liu, please clarify that it was Lee Yuanjie who provoked them first!"

"Is this the reason why you attacked us?" Liu Zisheng asked.

Hee Chen narrowed his eyes and asked, "Professor Liu, what do you want?"

"Humph! What do you want?" Liu Zisheng coldly snorted and said, "In order to not let you affect Miss Mu Rong, you can't be her deskmate!"

"Oh? If I can't be her deskmate, then who can?" Hee Chen asked.

"Of course she is a good student with excellent qualities and good thinking. Only she is qualified to be Ms. Murong's deskmate!" Liu Zisheng said.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in front of the classroom door. It was Lee Yuanjie, who had been taught a lesson by Hee Chen two days ago. He stood at the door and saluted. "Report."

"Come in, please." Liu Zisheng let Lee Yuanjie into the classroom.

"Teacher Liu, the person you are talking about is not the young master of the Li family, is he?" Hee Chen teased.