"Master?"
Long Yue saw Duanmu Nan not speaking and asked anxiously.
Duanmu Nan's eyes flickered slightly, he shook his head and sighed softly: "This child is quite pitiful, he was poisoned mute, disguised as a monkey to entertain the public for money."
"That's too much!"
Long Yue's eyes turned cold, she gritted her teeth, her little fists clenched tightly. It wasn't that she was overly indignant, but becoming a mother changed her perspective on such matters.
This child is really so pitiful, truly pitiful,
"Master, how is he doing now?"
"He has multiple suppurating wounds, and since he was in contact with monkey skins before, some dirt infiltrated his body. His condition is severe, but I've done my best. The rest is up to his own will."
"Thank you, Master!"
Duanmu Nan nodded gently, gave Long Yue another look, then left a prescription and a secret recipe of golden sore medicine, and departed.
"Hey, I see this little guy has remarkable potential, I'll teach him martial arts!"
