By the ninth day, Heir Pei could already sit up. He no longer vomited blood when Qi Qingyao treated him with needles, and his throat and body felt more refreshed, even his internal organs felt it too! After the needle treatment, his pulse grew steadier. Coupled with the medicine Qi Qingyao gave him, Heir Pei felt much better despite his frailty. It was obvious even to the untrained eye that he was getting better. This made Heir Pei admire this brilliant physician even more.
"Why have you succeeded in nursing me back to good health when other physicians have failed?" Heir Pei said, from where he was lying. He was almost immobile, just looking at the woman tidying up her needles at his bedside.
Qi Qingyao said easily, "They're incapable. They couldn't figure out what was ailing you."
