Dali also did not quite understand what this meant.
He did not know how he should respond, and instead continued to kowtow.
"Yes, yes, yes, I am better, recovered as good as before, thank you Divine Doctor," he iterated.
But his expression belied his incredulousness.
How could someone who had been ill for three, four years become good as new? Don’t forget, he was known as Dali, and could lift even the greatest stones for ten paces.
Right now, he was satisfied with walking as normal. He did not have extravagant hopes of such great vigor.
"Stand up. I will see how your recovery has progressed," Miss Jun said suddenly.
Dali Haiping stood up in response and walked over to Miss Jun’s table.
On the table was her acupuncture needles, inkstone, and paper.
Miss Jun reached out and took his pulse, then lifted her brush and wrote a prescription.
"Eat this medicine for a month," she said.
