Watching the youth methodically wrapping up Chi Zaozao's injuries, Ye Que stood by, expressing his gratitude with a simple, "Thank you."
He had grown up so privileged, always seen as the favored son of heaven, never bowing to anyone, let alone expressing thanks to someone else.
Yet now, he was saying his first words of thanks in his life to a boy who was more than a decade younger than himself.
After the youth had washed his hands, he looked up at Ye Que with a shy smile, "Don't mention it. My last name is Qiu, and my first name is Zimo. I'm a villager from a nearby area, and I'm working in the breeding industry here. It's your lucky day that you and your wife ran into me."
He glanced at Chi Zaozao, who had already fallen asleep on the bed, "The medicine for setting bones was taught to me by my grandfather, and it's very effective. In less than three days, she'll be able to get out of bed."
"Really?" Could there really be such a miraculous medicine in the world?
