"Humph, that's more like it!" Lu Ji Zi grudgingly accepted the situation, stood up, and took out a bag of herbal medicine from an old wooden cabinet, "It's all prepared for you, take one bag each day for seven days straight, and then you can sleep with your wife."
Ye Huang took the medicine and, to hide his embarrassment, he pretended to be expressionless.
Which resulted in another rap on the head.
"No need to pretend in front of your master."
Ye Huang: "..."
"By the way, when are you going to bring your wife here for your master to take a look?"
Ye Huang sighed inwardly and said, "When I'm better."
"Why wait so long!" Lu Ji Zi was not satisfied, puffing his beard and glaring like an old child.
"If the poison isn't clear, she will worry," said Ye Huang.
Lu Ji Zi reluctantly accepted this reason: "Then I'll wait another two months. But Ye Huang..."
The whimsical old man's tone suddenly became heavy.
