Is it really that magical

Seeing Su Yang speak so effortlessly and casually, Zhuang Mengli's breathing subconsciously quickened a bit.

"Really?"

"Really, really. But you have to treat me to dinner tonight."

"Is that even a question? Of course! Not just dinner—as long as you can cure the strange illness afflicting me and my grandfather, I... I..."

"What are you trying to say?"

Zhuang Mengli suddenly thought of the arranged childhood marriage Zhuang Changyun had set up for her and Su Yang. She originally wanted to say that if he could do it, she would agree to the arrangement. But then she felt it was too rushed; after all, she didn't have much in the way of romantic feelings for the young man in front of her right now.

So, for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

Two seconds later, she continued, "I mean, if you can cure our illness, I can have my dad give you whatever you want. Luxury cars, villas, money, even company shares!"

"Damn! So generous?" Su Yang laughed.

However, he continued, "As for the things you mentioned, there's no need. Although I'm not as wealthy as your family, I'm not short of money either."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli suddenly remembered that the car Su Yang drove was a Mansory Cullinan, which she had seen before.

Since he could afford a luxury car worth tens of millions, it seemed he really wasn't lacking money.

"Then... then what do you want?"

"Me? I never said I wanted anything. Don't overthink it. I don't want anything. I don't even need to sleep at your place tonight; just covering my dinner is enough."

"You... you really don't want anything?" Zhuang Mengli found it a bit hard to understand.

In her view, Su Yang's willingness to help must mean he wanted to get some benefits out of it, but he claimed he wanted nothing.

This was a bit baffling.

Actually, it wasn't that Su Yang didn't want anything, but rather that he didn't want things like money. Who could give him more of those things than the system?

What he really wanted was a favor. Having this super massive favor was equivalent to getting a special insurance policy.

After all, the days ahead were long, and no one could guarantee a lifetime of peace and stability.

Although the system had given him many trump cards, who would ever complain about having too many trump cards?

Moreover, his system was too chill; it wouldn't transform into a top-tier killing god to help him solve everything whenever he encountered difficulties like other systems might.

So, he still needed to secure some more practically meaningful trump cards.

"Really, I'm doing this purely because your grandfather and my grandfather had a good relationship. Although that relationship belongs to their older generation, since I'm here now, it can be considered a kind of fate."

"You... you really think so?" Zhuang Mengli asked.

"Yeah."

"I didn't expect you to be so different from most young people..."

"What do you mean?" Su Yang smiled.

"If this situation happened to anyone else, I think most people would be thinking about getting some benefits. But you are so chill about it. I really didn't expect that."

"Hey, everyone thinks differently. Alright, let's drop this. Elder Guan, it's about time. Could you please have someone bring over three medicine bags?"

"Okay, right away." Elder Guan agreed and turned to walk toward the outer hall. "Ah Qi!"

"Yes! What is it, Master?" A man by the counter at the door trotted over.

"Fetch three medicine bags."

"Okay." The man named Ah Qi didn't ask any questions. He quickly brought three transparent bags and handed them to Elder Guan.

Soon, Su Yang poured the brewed medicinal soup into the three bags and sealed them with a machine.

After finishing that, he returned to the pharmacy to gather and pack the medicinal herbs needed for Zhuang Changyun's remaining two courses of treatment and those required for Zhuang Mengli.

He handed the items to Zhuang Mengli, picked up the clay pot himself, and the three of them briskly left the clinic.

Just like before, as soon as they stepped out, the female driver Xiao Tong had already parked the car by the roadside, waiting.

The three opened the doors and got into the car. Elder Guan said, "Back to Tianxiang Riverside."

"Understood." Xiao Tong replied, starting the car and driving off quickly.

Twenty minutes later, the group returned to the courtyard of Villa Number One at Tianxiang Riverside.

Su Yang grabbed the items and followed Zhuang Mengli and Elder Guan through the main door, taking the elevator back up to Zhuang Changyun's room on the fourth floor.

Seeing them return, Zhuang Yong, who had been waiting by the bed, immediately stood up and asked, "Elder Guan, how did it go?"

"Little Su has already brewed the medicine. By the way, what time is it now?"

"Seven fifteen," Zhuang Yong replied.

Elder Guan turned to look at Su Yang. "Little Su, when should the medicine be administered?"

"Right now."

"Now? Doesn't it need to be taken after a meal?"

"Not today. Tomorrow and the day after, yes."

"Alright then. Xiao Li, quickly pour the medicine for your grandfather. It's still warm, so there's no need to heat it up."

"Okay." Zhuang Mengli replied, taking a plastic bag out of her purse.

Then she pulled out one of the sealed medicine bags. "Uncle Liu, could you please fetch a bowl for me?"

"Right away." Old Liu, who hadn't had much of a presence until now, quickly turned and left the room to get a bowl.

At this time, Zhuang Changyun was still resting and hadn't woken up, as he had spoken a lot earlier.

Zhuang Yong looked at the three small medicine bags in Zhuang Mengli's hands and frowned, asking, "Mengmeng, is it just these three bags?"

"Yeah, that's right. Su Yang said to drink one bag a day, and three days make up one course of treatment."

"That little?" Zhuang Yong said in disbelief.

"Yeah, I don't get it either. But he said that after one course, Grandpa will recover by about thirty percent, and he'll be completely cured after three courses."

"Ah??!!" Hearing this, Zhuang Yong was completely stunned.

After recovering a few seconds later, he turned to look at Su Yang, stepped forward, and asked, "Little Su, is this medicine of yours... really that miraculous?"

"I wouldn't call it miraculous. If it were miraculous, it wouldn't need three courses of treatment."

"This..." Zhuang Yong looked at the medicine bag in Zhuang Mengli's hand again. His heart was filled with both anticipation and anxiety.

He was anticipating that this medicine could truly cure his father, but anxious because he feared it would be completely useless once consumed.

However, seeing Su Yang's relaxed expression without a hint of worry, he figured the young man surely wouldn't mess around with something like this.

After all, he had no grudge against Su Yang, so it was very possible that Su Yang's medicine could actually cure his old father.

Thinking of this, his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At this moment, Zhuang Changyun, who was on the bed, was awakened by their voices. He coughed softly and opened his eyes.

Seeing that they had returned, Zhuang Changyun smiled faintly. "You're back?"

"Grandpa, we woke you up." Zhuang Mengli quickly walked to the bedside and sat down.

"It's fine. What's the situation now?" Zhuang Changyun asked.

"Su Yang has already brewed the medicine for you. Once Uncle Liu brings the bowl, you can drink it."

"Oh? That fast?"

"Yes, look." Zhuang Mengli said, holding up the medicine bag in her hand.

Zhuang Changyun looked at the ordinary-looking bag of medicine in Zhuang Mengli's hand and nodded. "Good. How many courses of treatment do I need to take?"

"Su Yang said you only need to take three courses of medicine to fully recover."

"Thre... three courses??" Zhuang Changyun was stunned.

In his mind, traditional Chinese medicine was the type of medication used for slow conditioning. For it to take effect, one generally needed to continuously take at least seven or eight courses, if not more. Now, only three courses were needed?

"Yes, and one course of treatment only requires drinking three bags of this medicine," Zhuang Mengli said with a smile, waving the medicine bag in her hand.

Hearing this, Zhuang Changyun was even more shocked. "Th... that little?"

"That's right."

At this moment, Zhuang Changyun turned his head to look at Su Yang, who was standing not far away, and called out, "Little Su."

"Yes, Grandpa Zhuang," Su Yang replied, walking over to the bedside.

"Little Su, is it really true?"

"Mhm, it's true." Su Yang nodded with a smile.

Receiving a definite answer, Zhuang Changyun closed his eyes and said with deep emotion, "Good, very good. Thank you, Little Su."

"Grandpa Zhuang, there's no need to be so polite. By the way, after you drink the medicine later, you might feel an intense, burning heat inside your body. But this is a normal reaction and should last for about ten minutes."

"Alright, that's fine."

Su Yang smiled slightly. "This feeling will only happen the first time you take the medicine. You won't feel it again after that."

"Good. As long as it can slow down the illness, a little pain is nothing."

"Actually, it's not just slowing it down. After three courses of treatment, your body will be completely cured."