A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

But the next second, Zhou Ruo couldn't laugh anymore.

She clutched her lower abdomen and frowned.

I glanced at the table inside the room; it was empty.

She looked down at her stomach again, and it was empty.

She had just eaten fruit at noon, and it was still past dusk when she got hungry again.

She had no choice but to walk into the courtyard. The hunger came suddenly, and she also felt a little weak.

When Zhou Ruo reached the orange tree, she suddenly lost the strength to climb it.

She had no choice but to sit under the tree and look up at the fruit on it.

"Miss wants to pick oranges to eat again?" Wu Bai walked over, wanting to see if she needed any help.

Zhou Ruo nodded weakly.

"The apples over there are already very sweet. I'll go pick a few for you, Miss."

After Wu Bai finished speaking, he walked to the apple tree opposite and picked a few green apples.

Zhou Ruo took the apple Wu Bai handed her with shining eyes and began to wolf it down.

Wu Bai was startled by Zhou Ruo's hungry appearance. "Didn't you eat enough for lunch, Miss?"

Zhou Ruo didn't answer, she just kept eating fruit.

Zhou Ruo finally let out a satisfied sigh when the five apple cores were lying on the ground.

After rubbing its two short legs together and sitting against the tree trunk, its spirits returned.

"Why are there so many fruit trees in my brother's yard?"

Zhou Ruo noticed that the other courtyards were filled with flowers, plants, and trees that didn't bear fruit, but her brother's place was different.

"These fruit trees were transplanted to Wude Courtyard by the lady from the woods in the backyard of the General's Mansion two years ago."

Wu Bai explained, "Pomelo trees, apple trees, and orange trees, may they bless the young general with peace and good fortune."

"I see, Mother is such a good mother!" Zhou Ruo was also happy to have such a mother.

Once Zhou Ruo had regained her energy, she noticed the medicinal smell permeating the entire courtyard.

She wanted to know the ingredients in the prescription, but she couldn't read. No problem, she understood once she saw the herbs.

But now that all the medicinal herbs are mixed in one pot, it doesn't matter, she can tell them apart by their smell.

So why did she go up to Doctor Yu and humiliate him for being illiterate? She's a medical fairy!

I've come to my senses.

"Hmm, this medicine works! Hmm, this one is right too! Hmm, this one's alright..."

Zhou Ruo sat on the grass, twitching her little nose, carefully discerning the medicinal scent in the air while talking to herself.

After some discussion, she shook her head.

No, these medicines can only help my brother clear some of the meridians in his legs at most.

Although Doctor Yu had specially increased the potency of the medicine, it was only scratching the surface and didn't have much effect.

Just as she was struggling with this problem, Zhou Ruo noticed a few purple leaves growing in the corner of the courtyard wall out of the corner of her eye.

"Purple Crow!" Zhou Ruo exclaimed softly.

Dr. Yu didn't even use such a good painkiller. Is he a fake doctor?

A moment later, Zhou Ruo's small figure huddled in the corner of the courtyard, crushing a few purple leaves with a stone.

"Qiuyue, the young general has woken up. Quickly brew the medicine and give it to him."

Granny He came out of the main room and gave instructions to Qiuyue, who was brewing medicine in the courtyard.

"Yes, Granny." Qiuyue quickened her fanning motion.

Zhou Ruo looked back at the crushed purple leaves in her hand, then looked up at Qiu Yue.

How could she put these purple leaves into the medicine pot? Her little brain started working again.

When her gaze lingered on the medicine bowl at Qiuyue's feet, a slight smile curved her lips.

She crumpled the purple leaves into a ball, held it in her hand, and walked towards Qiuyue.

"Miss, you've arrived." Qiuyue's fanning motion remained unwavering.

"Is this my brother's medicine?"

Zhou Ruo put his hands behind his back, like a young master inspecting his servants' labor.

"Yes, Miss," Qiuyue replied, then added a word of advice:

"Miss, please don't get too close. The fire is intense; you might get burned."

Zhou Ruo obediently left the stove that was emitting flames and moved slightly closer to Qiu Yue.

As luck would have it, one of her little feet stepped into the bowl that was about to be filled with medicine.

With a cry of "Ouch!", Zhou Ruo almost fell onto Qiu Yue, but luckily Qiu Yue caught her with one hand, preventing her from falling.

"Phew—I scared the baby mouse..."

Zhou Ruo looked down at the bowl at her feet and said to Qiu Yue embarrassedly, "It's dirty..."

Qiu Yue straightened Zhou Ruo's limp body, then looked down at the medicine bowl that was covering one of her feet, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Miss, please stand still, I'll go inside and get a clean bowl."

Zhou Ruo nodded obediently.

The moment Qiuyue left, Zhou Ruo glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention.

She quickly opened the lid of the pot and put the purple leaves she was holding into the medicine pot.

Qiuyue quickly returned with a clean porcelain bowl, and this time she placed it on a high place.

"Miss, please be careful this time, lest you step on the bowl and fall again."

"Oh—" Zhou Ruo replied lazily, thinking that Qiu Yue was quite nice too.

Zhou Ruo stayed by the medicine pot until Qiu Yue finished decocting the medicine and poured it out.

She smelled the medicine carefully again and checked it thoroughly; this time it was fine.

If my brother takes this medicine, along with the two injections she gave him when she first arrived, he should be able to hold on for a few more days.

The rooster's comb blood of the valiant general could also calm things down for a few days for Aunt Song.

This gave her time to find the source of the dark energy, to find a way to heal her brother, and to restore his spiritual power.

Zhou Ruo followed Qiu Yue into the house with small, quick steps.

The servants in the room had all left, leaving only Zhao Yucheng and Ji Ping to stay with Zhao Jinzhong.

Zhao Yucheng sat on a chair by the bed, wanting to talk to his son about his experiences on the battlefield.

However, he couldn't bear to see his son upset after hearing this, so he only spoke to Zhao Jinzhong in a disjointed manner.

But it was mostly Zhao Yucheng who was talking, while Zhao Jinzhong didn't want to listen.

Ji Ping then personally massaged Zhao Jinzhong's legs, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the room.

"Brother!" A childish voice broke the silence.

Zhou Ruo stood behind Qiu Yue, but her voice reached the bedside first.

Upon hearing Zhou Ruo's call, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Zhao Jinzhong's dim eyes, and the frost on his face melted a little.

Ji Ping noticed these subtle changes in her son's expression.

"General, Madam, the young general's medicine is ready." Qiuyue brought the medicine over.

"Give it to me." Ji Ping took the medicine.

Without any restraint, Zhou Ruo climbed directly onto Zhao Jinzhong's bed and sat on the edge of the foot of the bed.

Ji Ping held the medicine bowl and gently blew on the steaming soup, but her expression was somewhat hesitant.

On several occasions before, when she tried to give Zhao Jinzhong his medicine, he would smash the bowl in a fit of rage.

Ji Ping was therefore worried, fearing that her son would fly into a rage again, which would affect her recovery.

Zhao Jinzhong hated taking medicine, not because it tasted bad, but because he had taken many kinds of medicine but never seen any effect.

He had long since lost faith in and patience with these drugs.

When he saw Ji Ping holding the medicine to feed him, he closed his eyes and turned his face away.