Meng Zhao frowned. He couldn't bear to hear Madam Meng belittle Qingying like this: "Mother, background doesn't mean anything. Qingying is a good girl."

"Even if she is a good girl, she can't be the mistress of the Meng family. Your grandmother, great-grandmother... and several generations before you, all of them were from famous families. The Meng family has never let the daughter of a poor farmer become the eldest daughter-in-law. Don't struggle in vain. You must treat your leg and the marriage must be successful." After Madam

Meng finished speaking, she turned and called out loudly to the outside of the door: "Someone, come in, hold the eldest young master's hands, and don't let him make trouble."

"Yes."

With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open, and two servants came in, walked to the bed, and held Meng Zhao's hands.

Meng Zhao's legs were weak, so there was no need to press them.

"Let me go, mother, tell them to let me go." Meng Zhao struggled hard.

Madam Meng frowned and said sternly, "Hold tight, don't let the young master get away."

"Yes." The two girls increased their strength to hold Meng Zhao down, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The miracle doctor with gray beard walked in slowly with a medicine box. Madam Meng changed her stern expression and said to the miracle doctor with a smile: "Doctor, thank you for treating my ignorant son's leg. After he recovers, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"You're welcome, madam."

The miracle doctor put down the medicine box and sat on the chair in front of the bed. He picked up Meng Zhao's tube, fumbled on his leg with his hand for a while, took out the silver needles from the medicine box, and slowly inserted them into the acupuncture points on his leg. The

silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points on Meng Zhao's legs one by one. Soon, dozens of silver needles were inserted into his legs.

Meng Zhao leaned against the bed railing, panting rapidly, with hot sweat dripping from his forehead.

Two quarters of an hour later, the acupuncture was over, and the miracle doctor removed all the silver needles from Meng Zhao's legs.

He packed up the medicine box, took out a piece of white paper from the box, and handed it to Mrs. Meng: "This is the prescription. Take this list to the pharmacy to get the medicine. When decocting the medicine, put two coins of ground tiger bone powder. After decocting for an hour, let the eldest son take it. Take three doses a day. This acupuncture needs to be done once a day. I will come to your house again after noon tomorrow."

Mrs. Meng took the prescription and thanked him hurriedly: "Thank you, great doctor, and take care."

*

During acupuncture, Mrs. Meng can ask someone to hold Meng Zhao to prevent him from making trouble.

But when taking the medicine at night, Meng Zhao refused to drink it.

The waiter brought the medicine juice to the bed, but he was unwilling to open his mouth.

Mrs. Meng specifically instructed the waiter that the medicine juice was added with thousand-year-old tiger bone powder, which is very precious. Be careful not to spill it by the eldest son.

Xiaodian held the medicine carefully, always on guard against Meng Zhao, fearing that he would swing his long arm over and spill all the medicine on the ground.

After a stalemate of two quarters of an hour, Xiaodian was unable to get Meng Zhao to drink the medicine obediently, so he had to report to Madam Meng.

Madam Meng pondered for a moment and called Qingying over.

Meng Zhao cared about Qingying and would definitely listen to her.

Madam Meng put pressure on Qingying, asking her to make Meng Zhao drink the medicine no matter what method she used, and to drink it cleanly without leaving a drop.

If Qingying messed up, her monthly salary would be deducted.

Qingying received the order and hurried back to the house to coax Meng Zhao.

She sat beside the bed with a bowl of thick black medicine, took a ladle to scoop up the medicine and put it to Meng Zhao's lips, coaxing softly: "Young Master, come, drink the medicine."

Meng Zhao pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to let go.

Didn't the old man of the Zhao family hope that his leg would heal as soon as possible so that he could marry Miss Zhao?

If he didn't drink the medicine, his leg would not heal, and he wouldn't have to marry Miss Zhao.

Qingying coaxed for a while, but Meng Zhao remained unmoved. Qingying

had no choice but to pick up the medicine bowl, took a sip, and then suddenly leaned forward and kissed Meng Zhao on his thin lips.

"Um..."

Meng Zhao didn't want to drink it. He was strong and kept his lips tightly closed. Qingying was a girl with little strength. She rubbed his lips for a while, but still couldn't pry open his tightly closed teeth.

Qingying was disappointed and had to swallow the bitter medicine.

She frowned and complained, "Young Master, why don't you want to take the medicine? You will be able to stand up soon after taking the medicine. You said before that you would go with me to buy rouge after your leg is healed. Do you regret it and don't want to go with me?"

The man's tightly closed lips finally moved, and he held Qingying's little hand: "Qingying, I don't regret it, I am willing to go with you to buy rouge."

"Then why don't you want to take the medicine? If your leg is healed, you won't have to be bound to this small wheelchair in the future. I heard that the snow scenery on Baiyu Peak is beautiful, and the peach blossom forest on Yingtao Mountain is also beautiful. Young Master, are you willing to accompany me to see it?"

"I am willing to, of course I am willing to accompany you to see all the beautiful scenery in the world, but Qingying..."

Meng Zhao pursed his lips, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he said nothing, snatched the porcelain bowl, raised his head and drank the bitter medicine in one gulp.

Qingying was right, only when his leg was healed could he leave the Meng family mansion. Only

when his leg was healed could he accompany her to see the outside world.