Flowers Bloom from Battlefield 135 In My Opinion, I’m Sick

Fan Lanying put another pastry into her mouth, “I really like the pastries from that store. They are so good.”

“What is the name of the store?” Jun Hua tilted her head in curiosity. She didn’t know a lot of good stores from the capital, so she is pretty curious.

Fan Lanying uttered a name and Jun Hua processed the name for a moment before she turns her head towards Ming Hui. Her eyebrow arched a little as if asking, ‘That was your brother’s store, right?”

Ming Hui nodded his head. He wonders how Jun Hua can possibly remember that name only from Yan saying it to them once. That blabbermouth wouldn’t think anything when he is drunk so he already kind of expecting that Jun Hua would know about it. Hmm…? He found there is something wrong with his thought, what is it?

Before Ming Hui can sort out his thought, Fan Lanying had called him, “Ming Hui, didn’t you say that there is a similar store with the same quality of that store? Do you remember the name?”

“Ah, I don’t remember,” Ming Hui put an apologetic smile.

Jun Hua didn’t really fond of eating pastries because it will make her fat (there is no way she could get fat with eating so little) and many of them are too sweet. Her mouth can’t handle the food that was too sweet since she is used with more tasteless food and rarely eat the better one.

On the other hand, Fan Lanying eats a lot because she needs a lot of energy for her practice. With her moving around so much, she would instead feel troubled if she didn’t have a lot of good food. She already eats a lot of rice and the likes, so she wants to fill her stomach with the food she likes too.

“That’s too bad, I want to try the pastries from there too,” Fan Lanying sighed.

“I will check the name after we get back,” Ming Hui promised. He searched his brain to remember the list of the store in this city. If he’s not wrong, he puts them on second drawer…

Jun Hua smiled at the sight of their interaction. She stretched her hand but stopped midway and silently retracted them back. Her stomach suddenly acting up again and she could feel the pain increase even more. Does it mean she can’t eat pastries during her period? This would be troublesome if she needs to meet with other ladies in the capital.

“What is it?” Fan Lanying noticed that Jun Hua’s complexion is not that good.

Jun Hua just waved her hand and said nonchalantly, “I’m just feeling full from eating the pastries. I’m not too fond with eating them too much.”

Fan Lanying pursed her lips. How could the other party say that she is full when she only eats a little bit? Most of the pastries go into her stomach, not Jun Hua’s. If she didn’t know that Jun Hua is lying, she would be the dumbest girl ever.

Ming Hui notices Jun Hua expression and gesture before he understands what was going on. That damnable Soujin! He should have told him the truth and didn’t speak in riddle like that. If the one who speaks to him in riddle is Jun Hua he would not mind because there were many things that women found embarrassing to mention.

Ming Hui sighed and silently takes out a paper before writing several herbs name and their quantity on the side. When he meets with Soujin again, he will demand that man explanation. How dare he use him for free like this!

He passed the paper to Xia on the side, “Prepare this for your Miss. She would feel better afterwards.”

Xia took the paper, but she looks towards Jun Hua for her instruction. There is no way she would follow other people order without hearing her Miss first.

Jun Hua nodded her head, “Do as he says.”

“Yes Miss,” Xia quickly scurried away and tells the servant to prepare them. Although some of the herbs written here are quite uncommon, their residence didn’t lack in them at all, so it didn’t take long for the servant to prepare everything.

Fan Lanying looks towards Jun Hua with worry, “Are you sick?”

Honestly, Jun Hua wants to say that she is not sick since every woman experiences this. However, she knows that her reaction with her body condition might be the worst, so she chooses to nod her head.

“Well, I guess so. In my opinion, I’m sick.”

“What kind of sickness?”

“Sickness from a long trip,” Jun Hua immediately lies. Even if the other party is a woman and Ming Hui is a doctor, she wouldn’t want to say the truth. It was already embarrassing enough to have Soujin knows about that, so she better not say anything more to them.

Fan Lanying took her word for granted, “Then you better rest. I will not bother you for a long time anymore. When you’re healthy enough, let’s play together.”

“Sure.”

Fan Lanying stays for a while longer as the servants prepared the medicine Ming Hui prescribed. When they are ready, Xia takes them to Jun Hua who drinks them with a scrunched face. The medicine feels bitter and leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Even if she had eaten a lot of not so good food, this might be one of the worst in her life.

Ming Hui coughed to have her attention and explain himself, “Good medicine usually tastes bad. You will feel better in a while.”

Jun Hua nodded her head. Inside her heart, she hopes that she wouldn’t need to drink this medicine again next time. It would be a torture if she had to drink this medicine every month. Though she can endure them pretty well, if she can avoid it, why not?

“Rest well, Hua’er. I hope we can meet again during the Imperial One* party,” Fan Lanying said sincerely.

Jun Hua nodded her head, but she feels slightly worry inside her head. During that time, she might not be able to meet with Fan Lanying since she needs to play her role both as Jun Min and Jun Hua. After not changing her identity that often, she found that she feels rather troubled to keep both identities. After all, the two of them have a completely different life.

“Don’t you have to be a guard at that time?”

“Well, I can sneak out, I guess,” Fan Lanying said and shrugged.

“…” the other person is by your side, you know?

Ming Hui secretly reminds himself to never let his eye leave the girl during the party. He bids farewell to Jun Hua and leads Fan Lanying to the carriage. When they walk out, Fan Lanying remembers something.

“Oh yeah, I almost forget. How did you know what Jun Hua’s illness even without checking on her?” she asks curiously.

Ming Hui stopped his movement for a moment as his lips curled up into a smile, “It’s pretty obvious. I’m a good doctor.”

“I see,” Fan Lanying accepted his reasoning. She never saw him treat other people and she also rarely sick, so she doesn’t know that he wouldn’t have known about other people sickness just by seeing them. This case is an exception because he knows about women condition from learning and guessing.