As evening approached and the sun neared the high mountains on the horizon, the members of Old Zhou's family finally started returning home—some carrying water buckets, some with hoes over their shoulders, and others with hands caked in mud. It was only then that they learned Manbao had been self-studying medical skills and was already able to treat Zhou Dalang's illnesses today.
Of course, that was Junior Ms. Qian's statement.
Zhou Dalang repeatedly stressed, "Manbao has only spent two and a half days reading books, and she hasn't found anything."
Old Zhou conveniently ignored Zhou Dalang's words and cheerfully beckoned Manbao over, delightedly saying, "Good, good. Manbao, learn more. From now on, if anyone in the family falls ill, we'll rely on you to treat them."
Manbao nodded happily.
Not only Zhou Dalang but also the others felt a chill down their spines, especially Zhou Erlang, Zhou Sanlang, and Zhou Silang, who still had injuries on them and broke out in a cold sweat.
