"Okay," Dong Wenchao nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Xinxin." He was so thrilled he almost jumped up, not just because of the Medicine Pill but more so because of Yang Ruxin herself. To be on good terms with such a Divine Doctor was truly a fortune for the future. He was grateful that he had always heeded his grandfather's teachings over the past years, never arrogant nor jealous of the main family branch, clearly aware of his own level and always amiable towards others. Otherwise, how could such an opportunity have arisen?
The others also showed hopeful expressions. Dong Fang was ninety years old, his mind still lucid though he had to lie down for all his daily needs, yet this girl said that the old man would be able to stroll around in half a month—that would be truly miraculous.
They all began to calculate inwardly, determined to curry favor with Miss Wenxiu in the days ahead—perhaps Ruxin would be delighted enough to gift them a Medicine Pill as well.
