Zhao Xiyan really stood up, and Qi Yue was so happy!
The clinic space really had another miraculous feature—it could enhance the effects of her treatment!
"Thump!"
Zhao Xiyan's upright body suddenly sat down.
"How is it? Are your legs weak? You've just recovered; you'll need to adapt for a few days."
Qi Yue prattled on, reaching out 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 effects."
She immediately turned to prepare the oral medicine in the pharmacy's inner room, which was actually about bottling up the essence of Panax Notoginseng.
Zhao Xiyan, soaked in his clothes, shook his head in self-mockery.
His joy-bringing little wife was perfect in every way, except she never regarded him as a husband.
But considering his current situation, perhaps being treated like a brother was for the best.
He resignedly propped up one leg and stood up from the bath tub.
