"No, the young master's pulse is improving, gradually becoming stronger and more powerful. Furthermore, it seems as if a new life force has suddenly appeared in his intestines, working to regulate his internal organs. The young master's condition is showing a clear trend of improvement..."
Yang Bo was taken aback and squatted back down. "But the young master is in so much pain."
Just then, the boy suddenly turned his head, lay down on the ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with dark red blood clots.
Both of them were so shocked they almost lost their minds.
The young boy who spat out this mouthful of blood seemed to be in much better condition.
He wiped his mouth, still clutching his stomach, and struggled to get up.
"Quick, I need to use the restroom."
The two were startled again and could only quickly carry the young master into the toilet.
After a while, a series of popping sounds were followed by a sudden, unpleasant stench.
The two covered their noses tightly, feeling uncomfortable from the stench, but dared not leave.
On the other hand, the boy, though also unable to bear the stench, still wore an undisguised look of shame.
But it also has a distinctly comfortable feel.
It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my body, leaving me feeling completely relaxed.
Finally, the boy finished using the toilet and got up.
The doctor quickly glanced into the toilet bowl, but was then startled.
Inside, there were even blood clots mixed in.
He hurriedly took the young master outside, quickly took his pulse, and then stared in astonishment.
Uncle Yang asked anxiously, "How is it?"
The doctor looked at him incredulously, "No, that's all?"
"What's gone?" Uncle Yang was so frightened by his unclear words that he swayed.
"Well, it seems that the young master's intestines are gone."
"What?" Uncle Yang was astonished, then delighted.
The young boy also looked on in surprise.
He no longer felt that heavy, tight discomfort in his stomach; instead, he felt a rare sense of hunger.
The doctor quickly shook his head. "No, no, it's not completely gone. It should be said that time has been pushed forward. The young master's current physical condition should be back to when he first got the intestinal tumor. Although it still has an impact, it can be treated with medicine and gradually eliminated. Moreover, the medicinal properties of that pill should not have completely evaporated yet. It is still in the young master's body and will play a great role in subsequent treatment."
Now they both understood and were instantly overjoyed.
After confirming the answer three or four times and receiving a positive response each time, Yang Bo was overjoyed.
"Young master, how are you feeling now?"
The young boy couldn't help but show a hint of joy in his eyes, gently touching his lower abdomen as he smiled.
"I feel a little hungry."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Yang immediately sent someone to the kitchen to tell them to prepare some food.
Soon, the table was filled with a sumptuous feast.
Some dishes are made solely with ingredients from Yunjian Vegetable Shop, some are a mix of ingredients, and some are made entirely with other ingredients.
Fu Ziyu unconsciously swallowed, and his chopsticks instinctively reached for the stir-fried cabbage.
But after thinking about it, she hesitated and moved to the stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots next to her.
He would never normally be able to eat this kind of meat, but now he wants to try it.
Seeing this, Uncle Yang advised, "Young master, why don't you eat these dishes first to whet your appetite?"
Fu Ziyu shook his head, but still picked up a slice of meat and slowly put it into his mouth.
The moment he tasted the meat, he couldn't help but frown, yet he still felt a slight discomfort.
However, this discomfort did not originate from the body; it was simply a habitual aversion.
He chewed it carefully, swallowed it slowly, and after a while, he did not experience the usual nausea and abdominal pain. Instead, his appetite increased even more.
He looked at the two of them with surprise.
The doctor took his pulse again and then told him to try again.
Fu Ziyu then tried other dishes and did not experience any discomfort.
Upon seeing this, Uncle Yang almost burst into tears of joy.
"That's wonderful! That's wonderful! Buddha, please bless us! Buddha, please bless us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy's face turned pale, and he turned around and vomited.
Yang Bo was startled and quickly stepped forward to gently pat his back while looking at the doctor.
"Didn't you say there was no problem? Why is it like this again?"
The doctor breathed a slight sigh of relief after taking the pulse.
"It's alright. Young Master has only returned to the initial stage of the Intestinal Tract. His condition is better than before. I think he should be able to get rid of the Intestinal Tract once the medicine is fully absorbed. However, his stomach and intestines are still weak, so he can't eat too much. I will readjust the prescription later and prepare some medicinal cuisine recipes for Young Master to take care of. It's a pity that most of those dishes are cold in nature, so he can't eat too much. Otherwise, they would be most suitable for medicinal cuisine."
Upon hearing this, and seeing that the young master had finished vomiting and did not experience the usual abdominal pain, Uncle Yang breathed a sigh of relief once again.
The young boy was a little embarrassed. "It's my fault for not being able to control myself just now."
He has never been able to eat freely since he was a child.
Eating becomes an ordeal after developing intestinal disease.
As soon as I was allowed to eat, I couldn't help but eat more.
Uncle Yang hurriedly had someone tidy up and brought hot tea, while continuing to chant Amitabha.
“That’s wonderful! I’ll tell the Princess this good news right away; she’ll be so happy.”
Fu Ziyu suddenly said, "Uncle Yang, don't tell Mother about this yet."
Uncle Yang asked in surprise, "Why?"
Fu Ziyu pursed his lips.
Yang Bo thought he was resentful that the princess had sent him away, so he quickly said, "Young master, the princess truly loves you. Sending you away was also to protect you."
Fu Ziyu nodded, "I know, but the situation at the Prince's residence is still unclear, and the people around my mother may not be entirely trustworthy. Besides, I haven't fully recovered yet, so let's wait a little longer."
After thinking about it, Uncle Yang agreed and nodded in agreement.
As for the Rongguo Duke's mansion, the two of them didn't even give it a second thought.
The Duke's mansion is even more chaotic than the Prince's mansion, and the people inside have weak family ties. Letting them know might be even more dangerous.
At this moment, Fu Ziyu thought of something and immediately said to Yang Bo.
"Uncle Yang, I heard that Sister Yun seems to be thinking of expanding her shop, is that right?"
Yang Bo was taken aback, as if he had overheard the servants who were buying vegetables muttering about it. Not understanding why he was asking this, he nodded, "It seems so."
He said, "You can buy the two shops next to Sister Yun in the name of the Rongguo Mansion and then give them to her as a thank-you gift."
Yang Bo was surprised and hesitated.
"Is this gift a little too light?"
Yun Zhiyi's single pill saved the young master's life.
Even if we sent them tokens now, it wouldn't be enough, let alone two shops worth less than a hundred taels each.
Fu Ziyu simply smiled and said, "Sister Yun won't mind these things. She might only accept a small gift if it's not too much."
Yang Bo was still puzzled, "Then why use the name of the Duke of Rongguo's Mansion?"
Fu Ziyu lowered his eyes.
"Sister Yun is a very capable person and will surely shine brightly. At that time, many ignorant people will definitely come knocking on her door. The name of Duke Rongguo will at least be able to deter them."
Anyone could easily find out that the two shops were bought by the Rongguo Duke's Mansion with a simple investigation.
Now that it's in Yun Zhiyi's hands, it means she has powerful backers. Anyone who wants to cause trouble will have to think twice.
Yang Bo thought of the various deeds of Yun Zhiyi that he had investigated before, and his expression became complicated. He hesitated to speak.
"This old servant thinks that Miss Yun is probably not afraid of anyone coming to her door."
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