Mo Ruyue checked the items for the time it took to brew a cup of tea before she stopped and stood up.
"Is young miss drinking any medicinal soup now? If not, I'll give her a prescription to recuperate her body. Her body is too weak right now, and she can't meet the standards for surgery yet."
"Our Miss has been drinking all kinds of medicinal soups, but they never seem to get better. In the past, they could at least relieve some pain, but now they can't even relieve the pain."
After being berated by Mo Ruyue, Madam Du had become much more well-behaved and now she was also honestly answering her questions.
