1756 Violent Little Doctor
Not only did she nurse his body with sacred water, she even racked her brains to prescribe the most suitable meridian-nursing pill for him.
She even reluctantly gave Young Sir Zhu three taels of spiritual tea. It was for him to drink regularly in order to properly nourish his physical constitution.
In this way, Young Sir Zhu was nursed back to a rosy complexion after twenty days. Compared to his past sickly condition, his present healthy and active condition was many times better than before.
Even though Young Sir Zhu was still unable to practice martial arts at present, at least his body was slowly getting nursed back to full health.
As long as he persisted in this treatment, he would definitely be able to practice martial arts in three years.
Back when his body was weak, he could only lament at his powerlessness. Even though he possessed mystic meridians, he could not amass any mystic energy. However, his body was different after being nursed to health.
He could cultivate whenever he wanted. Meanwhile, his body would only be getting stronger as time passed.
Zhu Xu took a deep breath.
When Qiao Mu walked in, she saw Young Sir Zhu leaning against the windowsill with only a thin jacket over his shoulders.
"Come over!" Young Sir Zhu obediently got down from the windowsill and ran over with Miss Qiao's order.
The two maidservants that accompanied her kept their heads and eyes down. Even though their mouths were twitching, they could now keep their calm at this unexpected sight.
When they recalled how Miss Qiao's first reaction upon coming to diagnose the young sir was to roll up her sleeves and beat him up violently… what could they say?
Their young sir originally did not have much of a will to live, yet the violent lady beat this will to live back into him.
Cough, even though Family Head Zhu's heart ached a lot when he saw his son get beaten violently, he had nothing to say when he saw that the result was so effective!
"Qiaoqiao, what did you bring me today to play with?" Not only was Young Sir Zhu around the same age as Qiao Mu, he even had a natural baby face.
As his complexion got better by the day, his rosy face now gave him a youthful adorableness.
The first time Qiao Mu saw him, Young Sir Zhu was leaning lifelessly against the windowsill. He was wallowing in self-pity as he looked out at the lake, without the spirit of a man at all.
After she felt his pulse and wrote down a prescription with instructions for him, he only weakly responded with a lack of vitality that was barely better than a corpse…
But what kind of explosive temper did Miss Qiao have?
This great aunt personally came to treat you on account of that sacred herb, yet how dare you treat her so standoffishly without a care in the world?
It was obvious that he lacked a beating!
Beat him up!
Young Sir Zhu bawled at this beating, but he also became a lot more docile…
This innately debilitated young sir had been protected by Family Head Zhu from young, so when had he ever seen such a violent doctor!
"I bought two amusing masks when I passed by a stall today. Do you want them?"
"Mhm mhm mhm."
Because Young Sir Zhu was confined indoors all year long, he was curious about everything from the outside world.
Never mind a mask, he would even hold a lump of dog poop in his hands and admire it all day if you gave it to him.
After performing a check-up, Qiao Mu glanced at a certain person who was engrossed with the masks in his hands. She grunted, "I'm leaving."
"Hey Qiaoqiao, don't leave just yet!" Young Sir Zhu hastily pleaded, "Tomorrow night is the annual Chrysanthemum Carnival. How about you take me out for a stroll?"
Qiao Mu turned around and gave him a spurious smile.
Young Sir Zhu couldn't help but be a bit embarrassed and rambled with a light cough, "That uhm, if you don't give the word, my dad definitely won't let me go out."
After being confined inside the Zhu Residence for so many years, he felt like he was going to waste away!
