Zhao Xiyan really stood up, and Qi Yue was overjoyed!
The clinic's space really had another magical property—it could enhance the effect of her treatments!
"Plop!"
Zhao Xiyan's straightened body suddenly collapsed back into a seated position.
"How is it? Are your legs weak? You've just recovered, and you'll need a few days to adapt."
Qi Yue chattered on, extending her hand to take his pulse. She quickly nodded in satisfaction.
"Indeed, your left leg has recovered. I'll give you some oral medicine to consolidate the treatment."
She immediately turned to fetch the oral medicine from the pharmacy, actually bottling up the Panax Notoginseng essence.
A self-deprecating shake of the head came from Zhao Xiyan, who was drenched in his wet clothes.
His joy-bringing little wife was perfect in every aspect, except she had never treated him as a husband.
But given his current situation, perhaps being treated like a brother by her was the best thing.
