Chapter 66: A Birthday Gift for Her Baby.

On the day Shang Youqing returned to the Botanical Garden from Phil Theater, she took off her gloves and felt her skin burning.

Fine feathers were looming along the veins, eager to pierce the epidermis. Shang Youqing had to gather her weak spiritual energy and heal for several hours before she could suppress the backlash that was trying to surge up.

She asked the servant who usually took care of her in the Botanical Garden for some needlework.

For the next two days, apart from the daily maintenance work in the Botanical Garden, Shang Youqing stayed in her room and carefully prepared a birthday gift for her baby.

She knitted two fluffy little phoenix-shaped backpack pendants.

One was a little phoenix baby with a cute bow tie on its neck and mane, and the other had a colorful candy skateboard decoration pinned to its wings.

Shang Youqing diligently knitted the two small plush pendants, following her own sketches. During this time, Dr. Zhen came over twice more, but Shang Youqing again declined and postponed the treatment.

It wasn't that she completely ignored her heart meridians; she simply figured that the backlash had only just begun to show in the past two days, and that forcibly using her spiritual energy to heal and suppress it would keep her going until her birthday.

Once she got to the birthday party, gave the little one a birthday present, and personally wished He Zhimo a happy birthday, she could return for treatment.

Even if her heart meridians had sustained more severe and irreversible damage from the backlash, it wouldn't be too late for her to endure. It would simply be more painful and take longer to heal.

But she didn't want to miss this one and only chance to spend He Zhimo's birthday with her.

She owed him so much.

Even just this one chance to make amends for the little one was worth it.

And Shang Youqing did manage to hold on until the little one's birthday.

During the few days she'd regained consciousness, Shang Youqing's heart meridians had been steadily aggravated by the backlash, constantly cracking. She had been forcing her spiritual energy to heal and patch the cracks, but fortunately, she had finally made it to the day. Shang Youqing

immediately video-called Shang You, who was far away in Beijing, to wish her a happy birthday.

She also pre-wrapped the small plush pendant she'd knitted for Shang You and gave it to Xiao Ni, who was delivering the new seedlings, asking him to mail it back to China.

After all, she herself wasn't sure how long this treatment would last.

Afterward, Shang Youqing changed into a more formal dress with jade buttons. To avoid being noticed by the father and son, she also applied light makeup to mask the paleness of her face.

Shang Youqing wrapped the small gift and placed it in a gift bag. Just as she was about to leave, Mu Jiuhan arrived in a car and blocked the car Shang Youqing had called for.

Mu Jiuhan took the seat next to her, looked her over without disguising himself, raised his eyebrows, smiled, and asked, "

You're dressed so beautifully, where are you going, Junior Sister?"

Shang Youqing glanced at the time on her phone, ignored him, and told the driver to drive.

Mu Jiuhan seemed to be very casual about this, letting the car start and set off, with a wicked smile still on his lips. He looked at Shang Youqing's beautiful face, which was whiter than snow, and continued.

"Doctor Zhen said that Junior Sister postponed the original treatment time for four days."

Shang Youqing: "I remember that before I agreed to help you cultivate the Spirit Butterfly, one of the three rules I made with you was not to interfere with my personal freedom."

Mu Jiuhan said with a "hmm", "I did promise Junior Sister, but Junior Sister, have you forgotten that the premise of not interfering with you is that you cooperate with the treatment of your body."

As he spoke, he leaned his upper body slightly towards her, and his handsome face seemed to slowly produce a hint of coldness, "Junior Sister knows that the treatment at the end of the month cannot be delayed. This time it was postponed for a full four days. What, little junior sister, are you trying to kill yourself? "

Shang Youqing knew the reason why Mu Jiu was so angry, and he just sneered, "Don't worry, I have already arranged the butterfly garden in advance to ensure that the spirit butterflies can develop and grow normally during my treatment."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiuhan's eyes, which were already evil and cold, narrowed fiercely in an instant, "Why do you think that I..."

He blurted out the words and just started to speak, but for some reason he stopped halfway, and laughed in anger. Soon he sat back with a gloomy smile, and changed the subject in a cool tone:

"The Kehe Hotel in Wencheng is very lively today. I heard that He Cong held a very grand birthday party for his son there. What, little junior sister is also going to celebrate the birthday of that young master He?"

Shang Youqing: "I advise you not to ask about

things you shouldn't ask-" Before he finished speaking, Shang Youqing suddenly paused and smelled a strange smell in the air.

Realizing that Mu Jiuhan had deliberately angered her when he approached her, lowering her guard, she almost immediately raised her fingertips to gather spiritual energy.

But at that moment, it felt as if all strength had been drained from her body. Her vision went black, and she collapsed unexpectedly…

Shang Youqing didn't know how long she had been unconscious. In her hazy state, her conversation with the young chick kept replaying in her mind.

-I'll be there on the young master's birthday.

-Really?

-Yes, it's true

…

Her entire internal organs felt as if the backlash had ripped her bloody body apart, leaving no part of her intact.

Yet, even so, Shang Youqing forcibly reawakened a wisp of spiritual consciousness from her weakened and chaotic heart.

In the cold, wet night, Shang Youqing's eyes snapped open, her tangled hair dripping with sweat.

She pushed herself up from the bed. The pungent smell of medicine permeated her body, and needles were still stuck to the back of her hand.

Shang Youqing swallowed hard to smooth out the sore throat, tore off the needle from the back of her hand, and fumbled around in the dim light with her dry and cold hands. She soon found her mobile phone and turned on the screen.

The dazzling white light reflected on her cheeks, and Shang Youqing could clearly see that the time on the screen had passed twelve o'clock.

It was already one fifteen in the morning...

Shang Youqing's drooping eyelashes trembled, she took a deep breath, threw back the quilt and got out of bed.

She found the birthday present thrown in the corner of the room and changed back into the suit she wore during the day.

When she went downstairs, perhaps because no one expected that she would regain consciousness in the middle of the night during treatment, there was only one caregiver in the room who was dozing off on the sofa downstairs.

Shang Youqing quietly walked around the back of the caregiver and drove away the only car parked outside the room.