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She believed it too, kneeling in a cathedral for an entire day and night, sincerely praying.

Yet, the next day, she was still blind.

How frustrating.

At fifty yuan per bowl, it was very affordable – she had to give it a try!

"Alright, you can choose your preferred syrup flavor." Chu Yuening pushed the menu towards her.

The girl scanned through the options before finally picking her favorite, leaving the stall with her sweet soup happily in hand.

A slightly solemn voice echoed.

"Is everything you said true, boss?"

Chu Yuening looked over with her spoon, and the question came from a middle-aged man. He wore a knitted cap and carried several bags of groceries.

Observing the dark aura around his father's palace, she asked, "Has your father been having health issues recently?"

Xiao Jiang's eyes widened instantly. He hadn't expected the owner of the sugar water stall, whom he had just met for the first time, to be able to tell that his father was unwell.

"You're amazing, Boss. You could tell just by looking that my father is sick."

He didn't hide it.

Initially, he had intended to head home from Temple Street.

Spotting many people buying sugar water, he recalled his ailing father who longed for a sweet drink and decided to get one for him.

Xiao Jiang glanced at the menu and asked skeptically, "Boss, if what you said is true, what kind of sugar water would be best for someone who has been bedridden and in a coma for a long time?"

As he spoke,

he gave a bitter smile.

Ah, he had been foolish, too hasty to believe that sugar water could possess miraculous healing properties.

"Never mind."

Xiao Jiang waved his hand and sighed. "If even the medicinal herbs don't work, how could an ordinary syrup like yours do the trick? Young lady, buy a cup – if it doesn't work, I won't hold it against you."

Chu Yuening packed the Shengyang Brand syrup for him and handed it over. "Although it can't cure illnesses, it does have some effect on aiding recovery. Try to get the old man to drink more of it."

Sighing, Xiao Jiang paid and carried the syrup home.

He had tried many methods to help his father regain his health.

Both Western and Chinese medicines had been experimented with.

For this purpose, he had specially asked a friend to bring back from the mainland a twenty-year-old ginseng, which didn't come cheap.

In the end, it was all for naught.

His father still slept soundly after consuming it.

A five-thousand-dollar ginseng was ineffective, so how could a fifty-dollar cup of syrup make a difference?

"I suppose I shouldn't think too much about it. Let's just consider it letting my father try something new."

Xiao Jiang carried the sweet soup and opened the courtyard gate. Upon seeing him return, his wife, who was cleaning, came over to help with the groceries.

After a while.

She turned her gaze to the inner room and said worriedly, "Brother Jiang, Father has been asleep for half a day and can't be woken up. You should go and check on him properly later."

Chapter 125

"He's been asleep for half a day again?" Xiao Jiang's brows knitted together, his expression deeply concerned.

He genuinely worried about his father, who might slip away to the underworld while sleeping.

Normally, he would occasionally rouse his father to keep him alert.

Handing the sweet soup to his wife, he said, "It'll be tiring for you to pour it out. I'll go in and have a look first."

"Sweet soup?" His wife took the sweet soup, surprised. "Why did you suddenly buy sweet soup for no reason?"

Xiao Jiang explained the circumstances.

When his wife heard that sugar water could boost yang energy and might even be more effective than ginseng, she brought the sweet soup, tiptoed to touch Xiao Jiang's forehead, then hers.

"Truly no fever? Why are you having such delusions?"

"Sugar water can aid in recovery? How can a mere sweet soup be so miraculous?"

After that, she inquired about its price.

Upon learning it cost fifty yuan per bowl, her eyes widened in surprise. "Others sell a bowl for at most fifteen yuan. How could you have bought such an expensive one?"

"Which boss is so greedy nowadays? Cheating people isn't done like this, is it?"

Sighing deeply, she carried the bowl into the kitchen. "Forget it, let Father try it. But don't get your hopes up too high. It's just sugar water, no matter what charm you add, it won't change its essence."

When the sweet soup was served again,

Xiao Jiang took the bowl and spoon, then entered the room.

The window in the room was slightly ajar, with the curtains drawn halfway to allow light in while respecting the elderly's rest.

The room was filled with the pungent aroma of traditional Chinese medicine.

The elderly man lay in bed on his side, his gaunt face sunken. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes unsteadily.

"A...Ah Jiang."

"I'm here." Xiao Jiang quickly helped his father sit up, smiling as he said, "I brought your favorite sweet soup today. It's very nourishing, give it a try."

"I'm... not hungry." The old man struggled to keep his eyes open, fatigue evident.

"Even so, you should still have some." Xiao Jiang felt a pang in his heart seeing his once-vibrant father reduced to this state. After the old man finished the sweet soup slowly, he made sure he lay back down to rest.

Exiting the room, Xiao Jiang found his wife preparing dinner in the kitchen. Upon seeing him, she sighed and consoled, "Brother Jiang, do what you can and leave the rest to fate. Father won't blame us."

In Hong Kong, a wife would typically refer to her husband's father as "Father" or "Sir."

"Uh-huh." Xiao Jiang's eyes were filled with pain, but he could only nod in the end.

It was lunchtime.

Xiao Jiang was about to carry the porridge to feed his father when he turned around and saw his dad already supporting himself at the door. Though his movements were still unsteady, he appeared much more energetic.

He exclaimed with delight, "Dad, how did you come out?"

It was the first time in half a month that he had seen his father stand up on his own.

The elderly man had finally regained some strength. Upon seeing the steaming dishes on the table, his stomach let out a growl of hunger.

He smiled weakly and asked, "Did you prepare rice? I'm feeling hungry."