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Zhao Qu's body trembled violently.

He wiped his face hard, trying to stop the tears, but found that he couldn't stop them at all.

"I'm sorry you had to see this," he said in a hoarse voice. "I was just too happy and couldn't control myself."

Lu Yao smiled and took a tissue out of her pocket, handing it to him.

Zhao Qu stared blankly at the tissue, as if he had seen some rare treasure. He took it with both hands, carefully wiped his face, and then solemnly folded the used tissue and stuffed it into his pocket.

Seeing this, Lu Yao opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly.

Oh well, as long as he's happy.

Zhou Jinlu sat on the sofa, taking in the whole scene with pride in his eyes.

Zhao Qu composed himself and resumed his obsequious demeanor: "Your Majesty, please rest. I'll have dinner brought up. Mr. Zhou's leg needs rest, so I've already had the next room prepared and cushioned to ensure his comfort!"

As he spoke, the man he had sent out to find a doctor returned, followed by a man carrying a medicine box.

Zhao Qu immediately went up to him, grabbed the doctor's arm, and almost dragged him to Zhou Jinlu.

"Quickly, quickly, let Mr. Zhou examine your leg!" he urged, then turned to Lu Yao to explain, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, he's the best bone-setting doctor on this barren planet; he's the most skilled doctor within a hundred miles!"

The doctor was pulled so hard he staggered, and before he could even catch his breath, Zhao Qu forced him to squat down next to Zhou Jinlu's legs.

He was about fifty years old, with dark skin and calloused hands, clearly someone who had worked hard for many years, but his eyes were bright and had a calmness unique to doctors.

"Don't rush, don't rush." ​​He slowly opened the medicine box, first looked at the rough fixation on Zhou Jinlu's leg, frowned, and said, "Who did this? The branches weren't even trimmed, and the skin is all rubbed raw."

Zhou Jinlu touched his nose guiltily: "Well, the conditions are limited."

The old doctor didn't say anything more. He carefully untied the restraints and gently pressed Zhou Jinlu's calves with his fingers, asking if it hurt after each press.

Zhou Jinlu was pale, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, but he did not shy away from medical treatment and nodded to acknowledge his condition.

Lu Yao stood to the side, looking at his tense profile, her heart clenching: "Doctor, how is his leg?"

"The bone has been set, but it's misaligned and needs to be realigned." The old doctor looked up at Zhou Jin. "It will hurt a lot, so bear with it."

Zhou Jinlu nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."

The old doctor rummaged through his medicine box and pulled out a clean cloth, folded it, and handed it to Zhou Jinlu: "Bite on it, but don't hurt your tongue."

Zhou Jinlu glanced at the cloth but did not take it.

"No need, you can begin."

The old doctor didn't force him. He took out a bottle of medicinal wine from the medicine box, poured it into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up. Then he grabbed Zhou Jinlu's calves with both hands and pushed and shoved them hard.

A crisp "snap" sounded particularly clear in the quiet hall.

Zhou Jinlu's body tensed violently for a moment, cold sweat instantly rolled down his forehead, and his fingers sank deeply into the sofa armrest, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

But he didn't utter a sound.

Lu Yao's heart clenched suddenly. She subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to hold his hand, but she was afraid of disturbing the doctor. She could only stand there, looking at his pale face, her throat feeling like something was blocking it.

The old doctor worked quickly, and before Zhou Jinlu could recover from the excruciating pain, he swiftly massaged and pressed on his calves with both hands, repositioning the dislocated bones one by one.

Each strike was accompanied by a "click-clack" sound that echoed in the silent hall, causing the onlookers to unconsciously take a few steps back.

Lu Yao's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Jinlu's face, watching the cold sweat drip down his chin, his clenched teeth and tense neck, and how he remained completely silent.

Zhou Jinlu seemed to notice her gaze, and turned his head slightly to meet her eyes.

Those light brown eyes were filled with pain, but the moment they met hers, they curved into a very shallow, faint arc.

Lu Yao's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

Sweat beaded on the old doctor's forehead, but his hands were remarkably steady, each movement precise and powerful.

"All done." He let out a sigh of relief and released his grip. "The bones are straight now."

He took out clean gauze and splints from the medicine box and skillfully fixed Zhou Jinlu's lower leg. He then took out a packet of medicine powder and handed it to Zhao Qu.

"Take this twice a day, morning and evening, with warm water. This is for external application. Change it every three days. During this time, you must not put any weight on this leg. It is best to rest in bed. Otherwise, if you develop a chronic condition, don't blame me for my poor skills."

Zhao Qu took the medicine packet with both hands and immediately instructed his henchman, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard you, I heard you!" the younger brother nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Qu pressed further, "Anything else? What else do you need? Food, drinks, or other necessities? Are there any precautions?"

The old doctor glanced at him and said, "If you really care, give him some bone broth to drink; it's better than any medicine."

Zhao Qu immediately patted his chest and said, "Bone broth! No problem! I'll have someone get it right away!"

After saying that, he rubbed his hands together and said, "Dr. Lu, could you please take a look at our Miss Lu?"

The old doctor looked up at the only woman present: "Young lady, what's wrong?"

Lu Yao knew Zhao Qu meant well, but she wasn't feeling unwell at the moment. She told him the truth, but Zhao Qu still insisted, "Please let him check you out. Your health is special right now, so we can't be careless."

The old doctor didn't understand what they were up to. "I'm just a doctor who treats sprains and bruises. If you want me to treat any internal injuries, I can't do that. Don't bother. I'm leaving now. I've been incredibly busy these past few days."

Without waiting for Zhao Qu to say anything more, he picked up his medicine box and walked out.

It is also very unique.

Zhao Qu tried to stop her, but Lu Yao held him back: "I know what you mean, but you didn't listen to what he said. He treats sprains and bruises, which isn't the right treatment."

Zhao Qu smiled and said, "Then I'm sorry to trouble you, but our medical resources here are really limited. However, I will try my best to find you a doctor as soon as possible."

Lu Yao shook her head: "No need to trouble yourself, I'm fine, I just need to rest."

Zhao Qu was still worried, but seeing Lu Yao's firm attitude, he didn't want to force her any further. He could only rub his hands together and say, "If you feel unwell anywhere, you must tell me. Don't hold it in."

"Okay." Lu Yao smiled.

Zhao Qu was slightly relieved and then turned to arrange for someone to carry Zhou Jinlu to the next room.

Several underlings carefully lifted the sofa. Lu Yao was about to follow when Zhou Jinlu gently grasped her wrist.

She looked down and saw Zhou Jinlu leaning against the sofa armrest, his face still terribly pale, the cold sweat on his forehead not yet dry, but his light brown eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "I'm fine."