Kneeled Willingly

"Nope, I want to eat hot pot. How can clear porridge and eggs be more nutritious than hot pot?" Feng Qing pouted and shook her head, looking like she would die if she didn't let him eat hot pot.

Xie Jiuhan's face darkened as he looked down at her. "Then did you treat yourself?"

Feng Qing's expression froze. Although she was a little embarrassed, she still nodded. She didn't expect the man to mention the identity of the Healer again. "Don't worry, my fever is gone now. I'm fine. I just need nourishment."

"Hmph, when did the Healer become so skilled that she can treat herself?" The man said coldly.

Feng Qing : "…"

"If a doctor can treat himself, then why didn't the Healer agree to it when I offered a huge sum of money to ask the Healer to treat my wife's eyes?" Xie Jiuhan looked at Feng Qing disdainfully, his body exuding a dangerous aura.