That afternoon, while Tong Xiaohua was taking a nap, the acupuncturist her mother mentioned, Brother Du, came to take her pulse seriously. Throughout the pulsing process, Brother Du wore a solemn expression.
"Wei Yao, the issue you had before has indeed been alleviated by the surgery, but the surgery also severely depleted your vital energy. In the next year or two, you should try to avoid overworking yourself."
Tong's mother, Shen Weiyao, nodded her head in agreement, showing little surprise or dismay. After all, she had lived with her body for dozens of years and was well aware of its condition.
After the examination, Shen Weiyao was left to rest in the bedroom, while the eldest of the Tong family accompanied Brother Du to walk out of the courtyard.
"Eldest, if possible, you should take Wei Yao to a peaceful place to recuperate. After all, this is a place filled with worldly noise, not conducive to healing."
