As soon as Mo Ruyue entered the room, she could smell that the smell of medicine in the room had faded a lot. Perhaps it was because Qing Xi had been away for a long time and did not continuously boil and drink medicine every day, the lingering smell of medicine had also dissipated a lot.
Qing Xi was lying on the bed, looking much healthier. Although she still liked to put on a long face when she saw Mo Ruyue, her eyes would unconsciously follow her.
"Lady Qin is here to report my illness to my father. It just so happens that I can follow and listen."
Qingxi then said to Madam Du, who was standing behind Mo Ruyue, "Madam Du, prepare a chair for Lady Qin. Let her sit down and talk. I'm sure my illness can't be explained in a short time."
Madam Du immediately brought a chair over and placed it behind Mo Ruyue. Duanmu Xize also nodded and said, "Lady Qin, please sit down and talk. You have cured Qing Xi's illness, and I have yet to formally thank you."
