Haoming cast a gloomy glance at Yue Ning. Shujun burst into hearty laughter: "Little Wu, when you were little, once you slept so deeply that, with bare buttocks and your little ding-ding showing, you ran out. Big Brother scolded you thoroughly for that." The few of them took turns exposing each other’s embarrassing stories, while the others smiled amusedly. When Big Brother saw his wife shivering from the cold, he wrapped the blanket he was wearing around her: "Cold?" The little mistress didn’t want to sleep yet and shook her head, for she had had a very happy day. "I’m not cold," she said with sparkling eyes and a contented smile. But Shu Yu glanced at her: "It’s getting late, I’m tired, I’ll head back first." Shu Yu turned her wheelchair to go back. Shujun came closer and wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder, "We’re not in a rush, we have a lifetime ahead," so if she was cold, they’d go inside, and if tired, they’d rest. After all, they had plenty of time. Haoming, who wasn’t good with words, grunted in agreement, seemingly endorsing Third Brother’s idea. Then he looked at Yixuan and stood up to follow Second Brother, pushing his wheelchair back to his room, but not before he cast a lingering, affectionate glance at his wife. Then he returned to his own room. Yue Ning swallowed and scratched his neck: "I’ll clean up here!" Yixuan had already stood up. As he walked towards his wife, Big Brother and Third Brother stepped aside. "Mistress, shall we go back?" He smiled and reached out his hand to her. Seeing that his wife was stunned at first but then smiled genuinely from the heart, she nodded slightly and took his hand. Life was pretty good. Not just pretty good—she truly began to kind of life. Being with them was very nice. In life, there are many things to do and many paths to take. For Dong Huiying, she had always felt lost before; she acted without clear goals and often got stuck in dead-ends. But at some point, she gradually developed specific and concrete goals. Since her birthday, life seemed much the same as before and had not changed much, but besides continuing to practice medicine, Dong Huiying also began to consult with Zhi Chen and Shujun to find the last few Chinese herbal medicines they needed. Once all the ingredients were gathered, Shu Yu could completely recover. However, these few herbs were extremely precious and required not only silver but also their luck. Liang Zhichen said that since last year, when he learned that Shu Yu’s recovery was hopeful, he had started to ask people to search for those herbs, but so far, there had been no leads. When Lao Si quietly learned about this, he silently went out and didn’t return for many days. When he did come back, he brought a wooden chest: "Medicine!" Upon opening it, they found it contained one of the urgently needed herbs. Dong Huiying’s heart skipped a beat, guessing where Lao Si had gotten the medicine from. She immediately checked him for injuries, but his usually stern face softened a bit, "I’m fine." He had simply gone to the black market, not the one in Pingchang Prefecture, but a branch in Qingfeng Prefecture. He had once earned a lot of silver in the black market, thus had some savings, and it was through this network he acquired the herb. Dong Huiying frowned slightly. Her husbands had given her a medical clinic as a gift, and through this, she had begun to understand some truths. To treat someone well is not to restrict them because of feelings. She could tell Haoming actually liked his "job" in the black market, and even though she was a bit worried and frightened internally, she didn’t want to crush Haoming’s self-worth.