Anyang City, Meng Family Mansion, Meng Zhao's bedroom.

After the miracle doctor finished acupuncture for Meng Zhao on the bed, he took out the silver needles and put them in the medicine box. He lowered his eyes to look at Meng Zhao's slender legs and said, "It has been two months since the acupuncture. The eldest son's legs have recovered well. You can use a cane to walk a few steps on the ground tomorrow."

The miracle doctor carried the medicine box on his back and instructed Qingying beside him, "When the eldest son walks on the ground, find someone to watch him and be careful not to let him fall."

Qingying nodded: "Thank you, miracle doctor, I will pay attention."

After the miracle doctor left, Qingying sat back on the edge of the bed and helped Meng Zhao pull down his trouser legs. She said happily: "Eldest son, the miracle doctor said you can walk on the ground tomorrow."

"Hmm." Meng Zhao raised his hand and touched Qingying's fair cheek, and said softly: "You have worked hard these days. Thanks to your careful care, I recovered so quickly. When I get better, I will let my mother reward you well."

Qingying shook her head, "No reward is needed. I just hope that the eldest master can recover soon. As long as the eldest master can stand up again, I will be satisfied."

Meng Zhao's heart moved slightly. He reached out and took Qingying, sighing: "Qingying, how can I be so worthy to meet such a good girl like you? Don't worry, I will never let you suffer any grievances in the future."

Later.

Qingying heard this word, her eyes flickered slightly, she gently rubbed Meng Zhao's broad chest, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

What future did they have?

She only had one month left to stay in the Meng family.

*

The next day.

After breakfast, Meng Wu came in with a pair of smooth brown and purple bamboo crutches. Mrs. Meng had ordered the carpenter to tailor the crutches according to Meng Zhao's height.

Meng Wu helped Meng Zhao stand up, then stuffed the crutches under his armpits. He held Meng Zhao's right arm and said, "Young Master, try to lift your foot."

Hearing this, Meng Zhao gently lifted his right foot and took a small step forward.

His right foot stepped firmly on the floor, and he did not fall to the ground in pain like he did three months ago.

There was no discomfort in his legs, so Meng Zhao tried to lift his left foot and took a small step forward.

He turned around and told Meng Wu, who was standing beside him, "Help me, let me walk slowly to the yard."

"Yes."

Meng Wu supported Meng Zhao and walked out of the room patiently.

Meng Zhao walked to the yard and walked back and forth twice with Meng Wu's support. His crutches became more and more skillful.

Meng Zhao ordered Meng Wu: "Meng Wu, try to let go and let me walk on my own with the crutches."

Meng Wu showed worry on his face, hesitantly said: "Young Master, isn't this too fast? My aunt told me to hold you and never let you fall."

"I can't fall, just watch from the side, if I tend to fall, you hurry over to catch me."

"Yes." Although Meng Wu was a little worried, he couldn't resist Meng Zhao's eagerness to try, so he had to do it.

Meng Zhao lifted his leg and took small steps forward, Meng Wu tried to slowly let go of his hand.

Meng Zhao's center of gravity was stable, Meng Wu let go of his hand, and he didn't fall.

Meng Zhao hadn't walked for a long time, and he didn't dare to walk too fast. He leaned on his crutches and walked towards the gate in small steps.

After walking for a while, Meng Zhao's calves felt a little sore, and it was this soreness that made his body sway slightly.

Qingying was walking into the East Garden with a pile of silk cloth in her arms. When she saw Meng Zhao staggering with a cane, she was immediately frightened and hurriedly threw the silk cloth that Madam Meng gave her on the ground.

"Young Master, be careful!" She ran over quickly, hugged Meng Zhao, and transferred his weight to herself.

After helping Meng Zhao to stabilize his center of gravity, she breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and glared at Meng Wu, angrily saying, "Meng Wu, I asked you to hold the eldest master, why did you let him walk alone? If the eldest master gets hurt, can you afford it?"

Meng Wu had never seen Qingying so fierce. Since Qingying married into the Meng family, Meng Wu had never seen her get angry. She usually looked gentle and weak, and she didn't seem to have any temper. He was stunned by her yelling.

In fact, he was just behind the eldest master, ready to pick him up at any time.

Who knew that the aunt was so fast, and her small body had such a great explosive power, and she caught the eldest master before him.

After Meng Wu came to his senses, he hurriedly explained: "Aunt, it was not that I deliberately did not support the young master. It was the young master who told me not to support him. He wanted to walk around by himself."

Meng Zhao stood up with the help of a cane and held Qingying in his arms. Seeing that she was so worried about him, the corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly, revealing a faint smile.