Chapter 039: Medicine for Healing

The young male teacher strode forward, snatched the porcelain bottle from Li Juan’s hand, tossed aside the books cradled in his arm, and cupped the bottle in both hands, examining it closely. His expression grew increasingly mysterious and complex.

Li Juan was startled by the teacher's sudden action, and asked curiously, “Mr. Zhao, what’s with this candy? Is it some famous brand?”

Most students at Henghua First High were wealthy, and Li Juan had received many imported luxury candies from them, but she’d never seen Mr. Zhao react this way.

The young male teacher taught history and held a graduate degree from a prestigious university. It was said his grandfather and father had both worked in archaeology and history, a family tradition with deep roots.

Mr. Zhao’s astonishment deepened, and he murmured to himself, “The craftsmanship of this porcelain bottle is reminiscent of smelting techniques lost for centuries. Look at the detailed patterns—only a professional artisan could carve them. My goodness… I’ve only seen this in books!”

The other teachers in the office gathered around, intrigued.

Li Juan could hardly believe it. “Mr. Zhou, this must be a modern imitation, right?”

Mr. Zhao set the bottle gingerly on the desk, took out his phone, and snapped photos to send to his grandfather, speaking excitedly, “Imitation? The strange thing is, this technique still hasn’t been deciphered in later generations! No one can replicate it!”

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances. Mr. Zhao opened the porcelain bottle, and a faint, pleasant aroma wafted out. Mr. Zhou sniffed, “This doesn’t seem like candy—it’s medicine?”

As Mr. Zhao finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. A woman in her thirties stepped in from outside the office.

She walked over to Director Huang. “Director Huang, I’m Zhou Feng’s wife. I’ve come to help him pack up his things.”

The teachers’ attention immediately shifted to the woman.

“Let Mr. Zhou Feng focus on getting well. He can return to teaching when he’s recovered!”

Another teacher sighed, “Mr. Zhou really is lucky. To catch this illness in its early stages—he must have a blessed fate.”

Zhou Feng’s wife packed his things, smiling and making small talk. “It’s not luck at all. If it hadn’t been for Bai Chuwei, that student, suggesting he get checked for breast disease, and if he hadn’t overheard Duan Xingye saying Bai was a miracle doctor and believed it enough to go to the hospital, he never would’ve discovered the breast cancer.”

Turning to the stunned teachers, Zhou Feng’s wife took out a stack of materials. “Director Huang, these are the math study materials Zhou Feng compiled overnight for Bai Chuwei. Please pass them on to her as thanks for her advice.”

Zhou Feng had noticed Bai Chuwei didn’t even have grades for history, and guessed she probably struggled academically. So he spent the night gathering valuable materials from recent years, and asked his wife to deliver them.

Director Huang swallowed hard, staring at Zhou Feng’s wife in disbelief.

She knew Mr. Zhou was on sick leave for breast cancer, but had no idea it was Bai Chuwei who prompted the checkup!

How had Bai Chuwei spotted it? Did the girl have X-ray vision?

Director Huang stood frozen, and suddenly recalled Bai Chuwei’s earlier words: “Director Huang, this is for you to take when your stomach hurts.”

Was this… medicine?

Not candy?

Director Huang had suffered from chronic diarrhea for more than half a year, seeing several doctors without a cure, and it had been tormenting her. Her eyes instantly reddened. She strode forward, grabbed the porcelain bottle, peered inside, and was dumbfounded, nearly roaring:

“There are only three left?!!”