"Grandpa, how is it?"
Seeing Ashang and Mu Jian walking in, Lan Ruo couldn't help but step forward to ask.
Shen Qinglan also quickly looked at Mu Jian, only to see him nodding and saying, "The illness hasn't been dragged on for long; there's still hope for treatment."
"Is there any pen and ink here?" Mu Jian asked.
"No," Ashang shook her head.
At that time, when the previous owner moved out, he only left a few half-old chairs, nothing else.
Mu Jian frowned, "Then I'm afraid I can't prescribe the medicine for now!"
"Old man, please wait a moment, I'll be right back."
As soon as Ashang finished speaking, everyone saw her flash away.
Mu Jian praised, "This little girl, her Qinggong is quite good!"
"Old grandpa, will my mother's illness really get better?" Ajiu looked at him with anticipation.
"Of course," Mu Jian laughed, "If I say it can be cured, then it can be cured."
"Old grandpa, you must be a magic healer!"
"Oh?" Mu Jian raised an eyebrow, "How do you know?"
