Qiao Mu shot him an impatient glare. "Why are you so long-winded? I've already explained that your brother only needs to take the medicine I provided for a full recovery."
She couldn't fathom why he kept asking the same question, perhaps just searching for idle conversation.
The young lady began to feel as if her words were depleting her saliva. He was truly vexing her with his incessant inquiries. She reached for her tea, took a sip, and continued with a calm expression, "I've removed the messy medicinal powder from your brother's body, which shouldn't pose any long-term harm to him."
"However, his internal organs have accumulated an excessive amount of cold, hot, and malevolent energies over time. It's not something to be taken lightly. To bolster his constitution, he should incorporate licorice and other remedies into his routine. His frailty is such that even a gust of wind could topple him."
