Dong Huiying's heart clenched. "Don't be so pessimistic. As long as we have the silver, enough medicinal herbs, you'll definitely get better!"
"Thousands, tens of thousands of taels, such a huge sum is not easy to come by."
Shu Yu shook her head slightly, then immediately adopted a wistful, longing gaze towards the door.
He seemed to really want to go outside for a walk, which was quite pitiful to see.
Dong Huiying couldn't stand to see him like this. "Forget it, just put on some extra clothes before you come out!"
Shu Yu was taken aback and, subconsciously, his gaze shifted to her, only to see her frowning slightly.
...
Afterwards, Shu Yu put on thick clothing and when he came out, he discovered that Dong Huiying had already stewed a pot of medicinal broth.
Sitting at the same table with brothers, he leisurely savored his specially prepared medicinal meal, appearing content and at ease in his quiet satisfaction.
It was Yixuan who was distracted, though.
