Lu Fengxuan listened to the words of the elderly Wen, tears of joy streamed down her face, catching the attention of the two men.
"I'm okay, I just couldn't hold back for a moment…"
While wiping her tears, she stood up, "Grandfather Wen, please continue examining Brother Ayin."
"It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, stay and have dinner with us. I'll go make a couple of dishes you like."
Watching her leave, Yu Chiyin silently withdrew his gaze, noticing a hint of worry in Old Wen's eyes.
"You know, although the immediate danger has been lifted, the cause remains, which means you're still at risk of your old illness flaring up. Please be more cautious," Old Wen said.
Yu Chiyin nodded, "I understand. Don't worry, I'm aware of it."
"Hmm," Old Wen knew he understood, and said nothing more.
The old physician adjusted the dosage of a detoxifying herbal concoction, poured it into the tub, and then as usual, instructed Yu Chiyin to undress and soak in it.
