Chapter 11 — I Actively Yield My Husband To The Benefactor Who Saved His Life

After Mrs. Bui left, Mrs. Thai opened her mouth.

“This woman really has a few tricks up her sleeve.”

“Grandmother, the baby is real, this cannot be faked.”

Lady Thai looked at me.

“But the baby doesn't affect our investigation of the medicine.”

“Let the pharmacist come and examine Bui Hanh Chi first.”

“Whether or not you can wean An Hon Thao is one thing.”

"Whether To Nhuoc Huyen is pregnant or not is another matter."

I nodded. But the problem is whether Bui Hanh Chi still wants to let that pharmacist examine him or not? To Nhuoc Huyen will definitely not stand by and watch. Sure enough, the next day something happened. Thanh Hoa brought back news, saying that Bui Hanh Chi refused to let the pharmacist take his pulse. The reason is that To Nhuoc Huyen is pregnant and is not suitable for being disturbed. As for his headache, he should temporarily take medicine mixed by To Nhuoc Huyen to stabilize it first.

“She must have said something in front of Little Marquis.”

Thanh Hoa was so angry that she kept stomping her feet. I'm not surprised. Currently, To Nhuoc Huyen is pregnant, Bui Hanh Chi absolutely cannot let outsiders investigate his wife's medicine at this time. That's the same as publicly saying:

“I suspect my wife is harming me.”

Bui Hanh Chi could not do such a thing. But there is one person who can.

“Thanh Hoa, go invite Mrs. Bui here.”

When Mrs. Bui arrived, she still had some awkwardness on her face.

“Van Duong, what do you want me to do?”

“Madam, that pharmacist is not here to examine To Nhuoc Huyen.”

“But I came to check on Little Marquis's headache.”

“You are his mother.”

“A mother worrying about her son's body is a terrible thing.”

Mrs. Bui's eyes immediately lit up.

"To Nhuoc Huyen can't stop the lady, right?"

Mrs. Bui gritted her teeth.

“How dare she?”

"Since when did it become her turn to take charge of the Bui family's affairs?"

Mrs. Bui personally stood up, even if Bui Hanh Chi was not willing, she could not refuse her mother. The pharmacist came to Bui Mansion to check Bui Hanh Chi's pulse, and at the same time looked at some prescriptions prepared by To Nhuoc Huyen. After completing the examination, the pharmacist told the truth directly in the lobby of Bui Palace in front of Mrs. Bui and Bui Hanh Chi.

“Master Hou's headache is not caused by an old injury.”

"To be more precise, the injury that Marquis suffered on the battlefield has long since healed, and there shouldn't be a prolonged headache."

Bui Hanh Chi's face changed slightly.

“So why does my head hurt?”

The pharmacist picked up the medicine package mixed by To Nhuoc Huyen and placed it on the table, took one package out, and used his fingertips to test the medicinal ingredients inside.

“The amount of An Soul Herb in here is three times higher than a normal pain reliever.”

“If taken at this dosage for a long time, anyone will develop dependence.”

“Once the drug is stopped, symptoms such as severe headaches, mental restlessness, and inability to sleep at night will appear.”

“To put it more simply…”

“Master Hou's headache is not a disease.”

“It's because of the medicine.”

The tea cup in Bui Hanh Chi's hand fell hard on the table, making a crisp sound. Mrs. Bui tightened her grip on the armrest of her chair until the blue veins on the back of her hand appeared.

“What about its memories?”

Mrs. Bui immediately inquired. The pharmacist pondered for a moment.

“If you use An Hon Herb in large amounts for a long time, it will cause chaos in your mind and at the same time have an extremely strong inhibitory effect on memory recovery.”

“If Master Marquis has been using this medicine for the past two years, then the slow memory recovery is definitely related to that medicine.”

The entire lobby fell into a deadly silence. Bui Hanh Chi sat on the chair, from beginning to end, not moving at all.

“What do you mean... if I stop this medicine and use orthodox medicine for convalescence, then my memory... will be able to recover?”

“The possibilities are huge.”

Bui Hanh Chi suddenly stood up, the chair behind him was pushed and slid, hitting the pillar with a loud noise. He strode straight towards the backyard. Mrs. Bui and the pharmacist immediately followed behind. In the backyard, To Nhuoc Huyen is sitting under the flower-embroidered hallway. As soon as she saw Bui Hanh Chi coming with a pale face, the embroidery frame in her hand immediately fell to the ground.

“Hanh Chi?”

Bui Hanh Chi walked straight in front of her, pulled out a packet of medicine from his chest and threw it hard at her feet.

“An Hon Thao, use three times the amount.”

To Nhuoc Huyen's face instantly turned pale.