Lord Mengde, Why Won't You Give Dad the Medicine?
"Lord Mengde, didn't you say the ointment couldn't be felt? Why did it suddenly get warm..."
It wasn't hard to tell from Cao Mengde's expression.
He'd had his fill of pleasure just now.
As for Ning Rongrong's question, he casually made up a reason.
"This is my second kind of ointment. It can quickly cure your condition. Originally, it would have taken three months, but now it'll only take one."
Ning Rongrong didn't question him further about the ointment.
Instead, when she heard the treatment would take a month, she felt it was too long.
"What did you say?"
"I still need treatment for a month?"
Cao Mengde had some reason to say that.
Both Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were undergoing a month of treatment.
How could he let Ning Rongrong off?
"Yes. For the next month, you'll need to come see me every day and take this medicine orally."
Take medicine orally?
Ning Rongrong had thought she'd recover once the ointment was applied.
Thinking that it would still take a month, Ning Rongrong grew despondent.
"What?"
"Are you going to give up treatment? Let me warn you: if you stop halfway through, your legs will soon be crippled."
Sure enough.
The moment she heard the word "crippled," Ning Rongrong replied.
"I'm willing to take the medicine."
Cao Mengde nodded in satisfaction.
He took Ning Rongrong's hand and helped her off the bed.
"Sit on the sofa."
"This medicine is kept in a cylindrical bottle. To preserve its medicinal properties, the opening is very small, so you'll need to suck it out yourself."
As he spoke.
Cao Mengde handed her the medicine bottle.
At that moment.
How would Ning Rongrong dare to think about anything else?
The thought of being crippled had already thrown her into a panic.
To avoid becoming crippled, she immediately followed Cao Mengde's instructions and began exploring the medicine.
After half an hour of effort.
Persistence paid off, and she finally got to drink the medicine.
It felt the same as before, a little hot, and the taste was a little strange too.
She knew nothing about medicinal ingredients.
But anyone could understand that medicinal ingredients produced strange smells.
Thus.
Ning Rongrong didn't have the slightest doubt.
"All right."
"You can take off the blindfold now. From now on, you, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu should keep coming to me for treatment every day."
Ning Rongrong removed the blindfold and returned it to Cao Mengde.
She said urgently.
"Lord Mengde, sorry for the trouble, but please hurry and treat my dad."
Cao Mengde nodded.
"Of course."
He had taken such great advantage of Ning Rongrong.
It was only reasonable for him to treat Ning Fengzhi's illness.
When they saw Ning Rongrong appear, bouncing with life, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, who were in the hall, looked delighted.
"Rongrong, you're better?"
Ning Rongrong said with a smile, "Grandpa Sword, Dad, I'm better, but to make a full recovery, I still need to keep coming to Rejuvenation Hall for treatment every day for a month."
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo thought that was too long.
But since she could be cured, how could they worry about that?
"Dad, don't worry. Lord Mengde has healing hands. He'll apply ointment to you first."
With that.
Ning Rongrong turned to look at Cao Mengde.
"Lord Mengde, hurry and apply the ointment to Dad."
For a moment.
Ning Rongrong was like someone who had been through it before and knew everything.
Cao Mengde forced himself to remain calm.
He had already started cursing in his heart.
Like hell was he going to apply ointment.
He wasn't a pervert, nor did he have a taste for men.
He'd better leave Ning Fengzhi to those with special tastes.
Ninth Soul Skill.
Healing Hands.
Cao Mengde used his Soul Skill right off the bat.
He didn't even touch Ning Fengzhi's legs. Using the Soul Power he released, he dispelled the gu the system had placed from a distance.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi get down from the sickbed.
Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded.
He was better already?
Then why had her treatment taken an hour?
"Dad, are you better?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded with scholarly grace, then looked at Cao Mengde.
"Divine Hand Douluo, you're so young, yet your medical skills are so superb. You truly deserve to be called a divine physician."
Cao Mengde waved a hand in a token gesture, poured himself a cup of fine Longjing tea, and began to savor it.
"Sect Master Ning, you flatter me."
"As for the consultation fee, pay whatever you see fit."
[Ding...] [Disease Treatment System notification: Congratulations, Host, for successfully treating Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong. Soul Power increased by 2 levels.]
Hearing the system's feedback.
Cao Mengde couldn't help the corners of his mouth from rising.
He had finally reached it.
His Soul Power had finally reached the level of a rank 99 Peerless Douluo.
Just then.
Amid her happiness, Ning Rongrong also began to worry.
"Lord Mengde, why aren't you giving Dad the medicine to drink?"
Pfft!
The tea Cao Mengde had just put in his mouth sprayed out.
To conceal the truth.
He immediately complained.
"It's burning me to death."
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong was still worried.
She took a few steps toward Cao Mengde and stared at his face as she asked.
"Lord Mengde, you still haven't answered my question."
"Why aren't you giving Dad the medicine to drink? I drank it."
That was what Ning Rongrong couldn't understand.
After all.
She and Ning Fengzhi had the same illness.
Yet the treatment methods and the time they took were worlds apart, leaving her full of doubts.
After Cao Mengde composed himself.
He began a new round of nonsense.
"Here's the thing."
"Sect Master Ning is middle-aged and strongly built, so naturally his condition wasn't as serious as yours."
"You, on the other hand, are a young girl, so naturally you need a long course of treatment."
"Do you understand?"
As soon as he said that.
The three of them gradually came to a realization.
So it was because of the difference in their physical constitutions.
"Divine Hand Douluo, this is the consultation fee. Thank you for your help." Ning Fengzhi took out a black card worth one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins and handed it over.
Since Ning Fengzhi was generous.
He couldn't be stingy either.
Cao Mengde first said politely.
"Sect Master Ning, you're too kind."
After saying that.
He took the black card and tucked it into the system space.
At the same time.
Cao Mengde's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.
Well done, Ning Rongrong.
She actually wanted him to feed Ning Fengzhi medicine? Was he crazy?
Fortunately, he'd finally managed to bluff his way through.
He never expected.
Ning Rongrong suddenly spoke.
"Lord Mengde, I'm worried Dad's illness will come back."
"How about this? Sell us the medicine, and have Dad keep drinking a little every day, just in case."
Cao Mengde's eyes widened.
That kind of medicine.
How could it be sold in advance?
Wasn't she making things difficult for him?
"Rongrong, you can put your heart back in your stomach."
"There won't be any 'just in case.' From what I've observed, Sect Master Ning's illness will never come back."
"As for you, you need to keep coming to me for treatment every day."
Seeing that Ning Rongrong wouldn't let it go.
Cao Mengde was terrified.
He wished he could hurry and send them away.
"Sect Master Ning, come to my Rejuvenation Hall for tea when you have time. I need to see other patients now."
Cao Mengde hurriedly called toward the door.
"Next!"
He really didn't dare talk to Ning Rongrong anymore.
If they kept talking.
Even a pervert like him would find it perverted.
Give Ning Fengzhi medicine to drink?
Heavens.
He didn't even dare imagine the scene.
As the saying went.
Sometimes, the very thing you feared would come to pass.
Ning Rongrong had never stopped worrying about her father.
After all, if his illness returned, he would become crippled.
Crippled.
What did that mean?
No one wanted their loved ones to end up unable to get out of bed like that.
"Lord Mengde, please just let Dad drink your medicine once?"
"I'm really worried Dad's illness will come back. Just once, please?"