That night, Xia Sanghuan fell asleep with a troubled heart.
Although it was a day off the next day, she still got up early.
There was still some time before the end of the semester, but she hadn't forgotten the two papers she had promised to write.
Every semester, Fernos College required students to submit a paper, which was one of the best ways to test students' abilities besides exams.
For those with high - quality papers, the college would arrange more suitable professors to impart knowledge and experience.
Not to mention that these two papers were to be published in *Science and Technology*. Moreover, she had made an appointment with that arrogant senior to see who was better in the final - term paper.
She didn't have many opportunities to come across *Science and Technology*. After all, in Qingshanpo, a small rural area, there wasn't even a bookstore.
Occasionally, she could see *Science and Technology* because her master had brought it back for her when going out.
She only knew the authority of this magazine, that it was published only once a year, and each issue only included a few papers.
The number was small, but the theoretical content in each paper was enough to change the world.
Among the few copies her master had brought back for her, several were about medicine. Every time she read them, she would benefit a lot.
But she also noticed that these papers were all about Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine had never been covered.
Since she had been dealing with traditional Chinese medicine and herbs since childhood and was very familiar with this field, she decided to start from traditional Chinese medicine.
Fortunately, the school library had a comprehensive collection of books, and all the materials she needed were available.
While flipping through the books, she thought: If she really needed them later, she would go back and bring her master's books.
Moreover, what if she saw her master again when she went back?
Just as she was deeply engrossed in reading, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Wang Fu's cautious voice came from outside.
"Miss Xia, something's wrong with the second young lady. She wants you to go over."
Xia Sanghuan didn't know what new tricks Leng Wanqing was up to. She didn't want to bother at first, but since she was living in the Leng family, it would be impolite if she refused when the host asked for help.
She threw the pen on the table impatiently, stood up, and went to open the door.
She nodded to the butler at the door.
"Uncle Wang, where is she? I'll go right away."
The butler led her all the way to Leng Wanqing's room.
At this moment, Leng Wanqing was lying in bed, one leg bent and the other hanging off the edge.
As soon as Xia Sanghuan entered the room, she saw her swollen ankle.
She walked to the bedside, folded her arms, and said indifferently, "Speak up if you have something to say."
Leng Wanqing looked up at her.
"Can't you see? My foot is swollen!"
Xia Sanghuan replied coldly, "So?"
Seeing her reaction, Leng Wanqing got a bit angry.
"Aren't you a medical major? Take a look at it for me!"
"If I remember correctly, there should be a first - aid kit here."
"Moreover, if you call your family doctor now, even if your foot is broken, he can probably come with tools and fix it for you."
There was a hint of impatience in her cold tone, but unfortunately, Leng Wanqing couldn't tell.
She snorted, "You probably can't do it, right, Xia Sanghuan? Did the Fu family buy your degree for you?"
Hearing her provocation, Xia Sanghuan just silently stared at her, and her eyes gradually turned cold.
"What exactly do you want me to do? Just say it directly."
"If you say one more useless word, your foot might really be broken by me."
Leng Wanqing bravely raised her head. Facing Xia Sanghuan's gaze, she said, "My foot is in this condition. You should get some medicine for me, right?"
"However, all the special medicine for sprains at home has been used up. It will take some time to buy more. Why don't you go to our family's back garden and pick some for me?"
"Didn't An Ying say that you're good at this?"
Xia Sanghuan calmly listened to her finish speaking, then reached out her hand to touch her ankle.
Before her hand even touched it, Leng Wanqing screamed.
"Don't touch me!"
"What if you hurt me?"
Seeing her nervous look, Xia Sanghuan understood.
She straightened up and said, "It seems that Miss Leng's ankle is really seriously injured."
"If it's left untreated like this, there might be big problems."
"Then I'll do as Miss Leng wishes and go pick some herbs to make some ointment for you."
After saying that, she walked out. Behind her, Leng Wanqing smiled happily looking at her back.
After she walked out of the bedroom door, Wang Fu on the side quickly stepped forward and said to her, "Miss Xia, actually you don't need to go pick any herbs. There are actually some at home..."
She waved her hand, interrupting his words.
"It's okay, Uncle Wang. Since Miss Leng wants me to do it, I'll do it."
Then, a scene that satisfied Leng Wanqing appeared.
Unlike the bad weather of the previous few days, the sun was shining brightly today. It wasn't scorching, but standing under it for a long time would definitely make one uncomfortable.
Leng Wanqing stood by the window and watched Xia Sanghuan, wearing gloves, squatting there dutifully pulling out weeds.
She stood very straight, not at all like someone with a hurting foot.
She watched for a while and then left satisfied.
Xia Sanghuan, however, plopped down on the grass and picked up the book beside her to read.
When it was almost evening, she carried a bunch of grass and hugged a book back into the house.
The butler quickly stepped forward and reached out his hand to take the grass and the book from her.
She dodged backward, gave him the book, and then took the grass to the kitchen.
As she walked in, she told the servants to bring her the garlic - pounding tools.
She waved everyone away, seriously pounded the grass into mud, and then took the grass mud to Leng Wanqing's room.
Miss Leng, who thought she had performed flawlessly, was still lying there playing with her phone.
Xia Sanghuan walked over and said, "Although your foot is still injured, I still want to remind you that if you lie around all day without moving, your limbs might degenerate."
After saying that, regardless of her reaction, she directly applied the grass mud on her ankle.
"Apply it a few more times and it should get better."
As she said this, she stood up. Before leaving, she turned back and said, "What I meant just now was that if you don't move for a long time, you'll turn into a fat little sow with short limbs."
She said this with a smile and then walked away, completely ignoring Leng Wanqing's shouting behind her.
Leng Wanqing wanted to get out of bed and chase after her, but suddenly remembered that she was "pretending to be sick", so she had to swallow her anger.
She comforted herself that since she had made Xia Sanghuan go to the back garden to pull weeds in the afternoon, if she could make this bitch look bad, it didn't matter if she suffered a bit of anger.
She adjusted her mood. When she wanted to pick up her phone again, the words Xia Sanghuan had said to her flashed through her mind. For a moment, she didn't know whether to play or not. She almost choked on her breath.