Chapter 362
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An Qing immediately went up to her. "Miss Nine, can you … heal Young Master's legs?"
An Qing glanced at the sulking Young Master, who had his back to the door and was eavesdropping. An Qing's tone was slightly amused.
Young Master had unexpectedly accepted Miss Nine's offer.
Even though Young Master was still yelling and calling her 'Young Master', looking at his awkward expression … it was obvious that he had accepted her offer awkwardly.
"An Qing, I've roughly felt your Young Master's legs. I have to go back and do some research to find a way to treat him. During this period of time, you have to keep the air in this room fresh. Also, his skinny body that's comparable to a chicken needs to be properly basked in the sun. He's really ugly …"
An Qing's mouth was wide open as he listened to Schilling's Shadow's scolding. He had never seen anyone criticize him like this in front of Young Master. He turned around abruptly and saw Young Master pushing his wheelchair around. Then, he saw … a helpless expression on his face.
An Qing was dumbfounded. This meant that … Young Master had been subdued by Miss Nine.
After returning to the room, Schilling's Shadow entered her space. She told Yin Wu about Young Master An's condition. Yin Wu stroked his chin. "It seems that we need to first refine a pill that can stimulate his meridians. Then, we can use your acupuncture treatment to speed up the process."
Schilling's Shadow nodded. He also hoped that this matter could be resolved quickly. She wasn't doing this out of kindness. She was doing this because Laifu could make things easier for her.
"But this pill is a fourth-grade pill. Can you make it?" Yin Wu looked at her with a doubtful smile.
Schilling's Shadow's gaze was resolute. "Even if I can't, I'll make it until I can. What's there to ask? Give me the prescription and I'll get Laifu to prepare a few more until I can refine it."
"As expected." Yin Wu smiled and gave the prescription to Schilling's Shadow to record. She then threw the prescription to Manager An. Not long after, Manager An ordered people to send all the medicinal ingredients to Schilling's Shadow's room.
Looking at the 50 sets of medicinal ingredients, Schilling's Shadow couldn't help but feel that he had made the right choice by coming here. Laifu's efficiency had saved him a lot of time.
The servants were sweating profusely as they moved the medicinal herbs, but Xi Nuoying effortlessly swept them all into her space.
"Yin Wu, look. Fifty sets of ingredients. Let's start practicing." The most important thing was that these fifty sets of medicinal herbs were all free. She could trample on them as she pleased without feeling any heartache.
While Schilling's Shadow was concentrating on refining pills day and night, Young Master An couldn't sit still any longer. He even asked An Qing to open the door to his room for the first time and looked outside from time to time.
An Qing knew that he was waiting for Miss Nine, but she was still very happy. The Young Master had improved. At the very least, he no longer had to hide himself in the dark.
"Young Master, I heard from the servants that Miss Nine has been shutting herself in her room for the past two days. She's probably still trying to think of a solution for your leg injury."
At the mention of his leg injury, Young Master An immediately pulled a long face. His sallow complexion turned even uglier.
An Qing realized that she had said something wrong and couldn't help but feel a little vexed.
"Close the door."
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