After he vomited that black blood, the itchiness in his throat subsided considerably.

However, his bed was a complete mess.

Qi Qingyao stabbed all the silver needles into his back, and Heir Pei spat out another couple mouthfuls of black blood.

He seemed on track to vomit out all the poison in his body.

It did make him feel better, but all the black blood on the bed gave Li Qing a nasty shock.

Once Qi Qingyao was sure that Heir Pei had vomited most of it, she asked, "How do you feel now?"

Throwing up all that black blood made Pei Fengtang feel dizzy from the blood loss. He was weak to begin with, so now he looked like death warmed over.

Heir Pei turned around, a hint of weakness in his ruthless eyes. "If I end up dying, I'll take you and your entire family with me."

"You sure have a sense of humor, Lord Heir. As if I'd let you die! I still want my ten thousand taels. You're my source of income, after all."

"..."

Did she read the word "money" printed across his face?

That female physician!

Li Qing had their servants carry the Heir down as the maids quickly changed his sheets. By the time Heir Pei was settled back in bed, the servants had brought him his medicine.

Qi Qingyao sat by his bed nonchalantly, saying, "Drink the medicine."

"I can't lift my arm." Heir Pei glanced weakly at the woman who was sitting with one leg over the other.

Qi Qingyao said, "Li Qing, summon a maid to feed your Heir his medicine."

After the maid came in, Qi Qingyao told Li Qing, "Your Heir is very weak right now. My medicine is meant to heal him, not give him nutrition. For the next few days, remember to make him a pot of chicken soup every day. However, don't give him any ginseng or ganoderma, no matter what you do. His body is too weak to handle that much nutrition!"

"Yes, ma'am." Li Qing took her every word to heart.

"Mm… Oh, and if he can't finish the chicken soup, bring me some too."

"U-uh, alright."

…

The next day, Qi Qingyao headed to the plum-filled courtyard early in the morning as usual. After she used her needles on him, Heir Pei vomited another two mouthfuls of black blood.

"Lord Heir, how do you feel after the acupuncture today?" Qi Qingyao asked.

"..." Heir Pei could not be bothered to respond to this woman. She could entertain herself well enough.

The third day…

She used her needles.

This time, Heir Pei only vomited black blood once.

The fourth day...

Heir Pei was still throwing up blood.

However, the blood was no longer black.

The fifth day…

Heir Pei did not vomit any more blood.

With that, Qi Qingyao declared that he did not need the needles anymore.

Heir Pei felt much lighter, both mentally and physically.

"Lord Heir, you better recover soon." Qi Qingyao sat by his bed and looked at him. After vomiting blood for so many consecutive days, he looked pale as a sheet and thin as a stick.

"Why? Do you care about my life?" Heir Pei lay in bed with barely enough energy to speak. He could only raise his eyelids to look at Qi Qingyao.

"If you don't get better, no one will pay me." After that, Qi Qingyao lied through her teeth, saying, "Actually, this is the fifth day and you look much better than before. Theoretically speaking, you should pay me half of the fee, right?"

"Wait until I'm all better." Did he look better? He felt much lighter, but his body was unbelievably weak, as though he was still on death's door.

While Qi Qingyao went over to treat Heir Pei with acupuncture every day, the triplets had obediently refrained from wandering all around the estate. Perhaps it was because they had an oven in their room to keep them warm and cozy, so the children liked to sit in front of it and listen to Si Jin's storytelling.