Time flies like an arrow.
After Chu Mubai changed his prescription and started eating medicinal food, and exercised his body using "strange moves" for a week, his complexion improved significantly.
The most obvious change is that his health has soared to 50.
As lunchtime approached, Chu Mubai sat down at the octagonal table early, waiting for his daily meals and daily letter.
Although he was still holding an ancient book and reading it, his mind was no longer on it.
As his health gradually improved and he coughed up blood less often, his mood became increasingly anxious. Their relationship became more like that of a doctor and patient. The letters she used to write, where she berated him, were almost gone, even though he deliberately criticized her handwriting as being like a dog's scribbles. Apart from letters that were increasingly neat and orderly, even if they were not well-structured, the kind of letters he had been looking forward to were no longer there.
He couldn't figure out where his anxiety came from.
Chu Mubai has always been calm and collected since childhood, which is due to both his illness and his personality.
But over the past week, he has walked to the entrance of the West Garden countless times only to turn back.
Although she was confined, the old lady did not forbid others from visiting her. It was said that her birth mother, Chu Li, had visited her a few days ago. Li seemed particularly happy that day and even conveyed a message that he should visit her more often before the old lady relented.
Can……
Her letter was full of questions about his health. Why didn't she suggest that he come over and tell her in person?
He shook his head with a wry smile. If someone had told him a week ago that Chu Mubai had never had anything to struggle with, he would have scoffed. But now…
Deep down, there was a feeling of anticipation mixed with fear, like the increasingly vivid dreams of the past week. Unfortunately, upon waking, he could only vaguely remember one name, a heart-wrenching pain.
"Young Master!" Xiao Man walked into the courtyard with a smile, calling out from afar, completely ignoring Leng Zhan's warning look. She presented a large stone pot of medicinal soup to the table like a treasure. "Madam said that you must drink the soup I stewed today while it's hot. However, you might have some reaction after drinking it, but that's a good thing, it helps you detox. Also, this is a letter from Madam to you. I'll be at the door waiting for your reply."
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