Mu Shaoling really wanted to vomit blood, and felt like throwing this wretched girl out.
"You’re simply too stupid to be saved. My silver needles have been soaked in the medicinal soup for a day! Tell me, should you drink the medicine?" Mu Shaoling roared in frustration.
As a result, Yang Chuxia just lightly said "oh," and moved on.
"You..." Mu Shaoling was about to leave after flicking his sleeves.
However, Yang Chuxia stopped him in time, "How many more times does Brother An need acupuncture?"
"None of your business! I’ll decide when he’s fully recovered." Mu Shaoling left without giving Yang Chuxia a chance to speak.
Yang Chuxia was speechless, pursing her lips. What kind of person is this with such a bad temper? She was just asking a simple question!
"Xiaxia!" Ye Zi’an, lying on the bed, called out again.
"Brother An!" Yang Chuxia quickly returned to Ye Zi’an’s side. "Do you want to drink some water?"
Ye Zi’an shook his head, "I’m not thirsty. Mu Shaoling said I need to be treated once every two days, and it should take around ten treatments in total."
"So long?" Yang Chuxia asked, "Well, no matter how long it takes, as long as he can cure you."
"Mhm." After going through an acupuncture treatment, Ye Zi’an’s voice was noticeably weak.
Time passed, it was already late at night, and Yang Chuxia wanted to stay with Brother An a little longer, but Yang Dachuan sent her back to her room.
He said that he and Fugui were staying with Ye Zi’an, so it was fine. Ye Zi’an also told her to rest early since she had been out since early morning, and hadn’t taken a break all day long.
Thus, Yang Chuxia reluctantly returned to the room arranged for her by the Mu Family.
However, she didn’t sleep well that night. Perhaps it was because she was in a new environment, and she could not let her guard down completely.
Although her sleep was not good, it didn’t affect her getting up early the next day.
She figured that Brother An might still be asleep, so she found a servant girl to take her to the kitchen.
She wanted to borrow the Mu Family kitchen to cook something for Brother An.
The servants in the kitchen naturally agreed, but seeing her as a young girl, they thought she might not know how to cook and offered their help from time to time.
Of course, she declined. She was cooking for Brother An, and she didn’t want anyone else to help.
Moreover, she wasn’t planning to make anything complicated. She just made a pot of chicken porridge, grabbed a few buns and steamed buns, as well as some side dishes from the kitchen. Before leaving, she gave two strings of coins to the kitchen staff for the food she used.
The kitchen staff happily took the money and helped her carry the food since she couldn’t carry everything by herself.
However, when Yang Chuxia and the older woman arrived at Ye Zi’an’s place with the porridge, they found that Mu Shaoling was also there.
Actually, Mu Shaoling had come early to check on Ye Zi’an’s pulse. Although he didn’t treat people easily, once he accepted a patient, he would do his best to ensure their recovery, being even more attentive than the patient themselves.
"Oh, look who’s being virtuous now!" Mu Shaoling glanced at the porridge on the table. Although it was covered, he could smell that it wasn’t made by the mansion’s kitchen.
Seeing the food box in Yang Chuxia’s hand, he knew it must have been made by this little girl.
"Do you even know how to talk? I’ve always been virtuous! What do you mean by trying to be virtuous now? Right, Brother An?" Seeing Ye Zi’an awake and sitting on the bed, Yang Chuxia hurriedly put down the food box and approached him.