"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Xu Chihu's dazed and foolish expression, Xu Xiaomeng thought that Xu Chihu had met with an accident, and she was so anxious that tears streamed down her face.
"Little Meng, don't cry. I, I'm not only fine, but I also feel very comfortable in my body."
"For years, I've always felt a dull pain in my internal organs, but now, all the discomfort is gone, and my internal injuries seem much better,"
Hearing Xu Chihu say this, Xu Xiaomeng cried even more turbulently.
These were tears of excitement and joy.
Xu Chihu, somewhat nervous, asked Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Little brother, are my injuries all healed?"
Zhang Xiaoshan stood up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and explained,
"I can't say completely healed, but it's much better, maybe seventy or eighty percent. I'll prescribe you some traditional Chinese medicine, take it regularly, and in about a month, your body should be completely recovered."
