Mohist school.

After the Mo family had finished their dinner, it took a while before they could drink medicine.

Mo Xingchi's body has improved recently and the whole family is happy. Whether it is Mo Cheng or Mo Jue, they are in a good mood.

Originally, in the hot summer, I was sitting in the yard or in the pavilion and talking for a while. These days, Mo Xingchi was in good condition, so the servants carried him to a wheelchair and pushed him to sit in the yard. This was something I could never imagine before. In the past, Mo Xingchi was not seen at all, and he was very irritable and gloomy.

"Brother, that unknown gentleman seems to be really cold in character. No matter how I get along with him these days, he doesn't mean to be enthusiastic about me, so he is very alienated."

Mo Xingchi said with a pout.

He thought that Mr. Wuming was really crazy, but he had a good medical skills, so he was crazy.

When it comes to Jun Feise, Mo Jue's cold eyebrows and eyes were softer that he didn't even notice.

“She’s very good.”

Mo Juedao.

"Let me go back and ask what the little genius doctor wants. If I cure my son, my head will definitely meet all his requirements."

Mo Cheng leaned over, took the grapes on the stone table in front of him and put them in his mouth, and said with a smile.

Only Leng Qingyue, she sat a little far away, so she didn't participate in the topic.

But listening to what her adoptive father, Mo Jue brother, and Mo Xingchi said, she no longer had the last hesitation in her heart.

The topics of the three people revolve around the little miracle doctor.

Leng Qingyue doesn’t like to listen, but she has to listen. Her adoptive father and Mo Xingchi don’t know Jun Feise’s true identity. If she knows, what if she thinks?

At this time, footsteps sounded, and the maid was holding a tray in her hand, with a small bowl of medicinal juice on it.

"Mr. Chi, your medicine is here."

The little maid reported that at Mo Xingchi's instructions, she placed the medicine on the stone table in front of him.

"Xiaochi, drink the medicine while it's hot, otherwise it will be even more bitter if it's cold."

Mo Cheng said.

Mo Xingchi is the most cooperative these days. He has not lost his temper for several days and is very active in eating and taking medicine. That is because he sees hope and hope to survive.

I was really not expecting it. After all, I had no hope for more than ten years. Such a small miracle doctor suddenly came, which not only improved his body, but also had hope of standing up. How could he not cooperate or be excited?

Immediately picked up the medicine bowl.

"Don't say, this medicine is really bitter, right? Why do I smell something wrong?"

Mo Xingchi sniffed.

The prescriptions Qin Zhen wrote to him were all rare medicinal materials that were extremely difficult to find, so the medicines that were boiled were all fragrant with the aroma of spiritual medicine.

Mo Xingchi was in poor health since he was a child, and the medicine he had drunk was almost numb, but he had countless good things such as Ganoderma lucidum and elixir. His nose was very sharp. He picked up the medicine bowl and smelled it. He felt that the smell was a little wrong, so he said casually.

No one saw Leng Qingyue sitting beside her expressions were all mute, and her back was sweating even more.

Because she knew that this bowl of medicine was mixed with something, Xiao Hui started.

"Hmm? The taste is not right?"

Mo Jue frowned and leaned forward, and saw Mo Xingchi smiled and said, "Brother, you're kidding, you should take it seriously."

As he said that, he blew twice into the medicine bowl, and then drank it all.

The medicine that used to be so difficult to swallow now feels so delicious.
Chapter completed!