After such a long time, he could stand up, walk slowly, and stretch his limbs. When he straightened his back, it felt as if a scorching hot iron had seared it, causing Nangong Yehen to gasp sharply. Chu Lingzhi wanted to support him, but he refused. He wanted to try walking on his own without help, to see if he could move freely. He walked slowly out of the room, his voice low, "It's not that I want to see him; he wants to see me." Chu Lingzhi stayed close by his side, ready to catch him if he fell. "Can you refuse?" she asked, looking at him. "I can refuse him coming to the estate, but I can't refuse his invitation," Nangong Yehen said. Gong Liye could choose not to come to Nangong Estate, but he would definitely arrange to meet outside. Either way, it was a meeting he couldn't avoid. Chu Lingzhi watched him with concern, "In your condition, how can you meet him?" "We're meeting at noon; we have over two hours to prepare." "Prepare what?" Nangong Yehen turned his head and gave her a gentle smile, "To prepare good wine and fine food, of course." "Entertaining him with good wine and food is necessary, but you can't drink." There were also many rich dishes he shouldn't eat, like fish belly and greasy foods, or those stir-fried with ginger. Nangong Yehen smiled faintly, giving her a deep look, "It'll be fine, don't worry." Chu Lingzhi couldn't think of a way to prevent their meeting, and worrying was useless. Nangong Yehen walked slowly in the living room, with Chu Junyu and Nangong Yichen watching him nearby. His back hurt badly, but Nangong Yehen tried not to show it on his face. Aside from moving a bit slowly and looking pale, dressed in his clothes, he didn't seem like an injured man. Chu Lingzhi brought out a cup of herbal powder mixed with water and had Nangong Yehen drink it. Looking at the dark yellow medicinal water in the cup, the man frowned deeply, "What is this?" "Herbal powder." "What kind of herbal powder?" "One to treat your injuries." Just drink it—why ask so many questions? It wasn't poison, just a mix of bletilla striata, biota orientalis, rhubarb, and notoginseng ground into fine powder and dissolved in water for him. Taking these four herbs ground into powder and mixed with water could stop bleeding, promote tissue regeneration, and invigorate blood circulation to remove stasis. With his severe injuries, he looked pale, fatigued, weak, with palpitations and shortness of breath, and this powder happened to address those issues. Nangong Yehen drank it with a wrinkled nose and furrowed brows; he trusted her prescriptions and even more her medical skills. "That's awful," he said, shoving the cup into her hand, his brows nearly tied in a knot. Chu Lingzhi was speechless. A grown man making such a face over a cup of herbal powder. "I'll take a cup to Huoluan." "Dad, good medicine tastes bitter. The harder it is to drink, the better the effect," Chu Junyu said. "Mm," Nangong Yehen smiled faintly at him, "Sorry to worry you, my darlings." "You're not strong enough," Nangong Yichen said flatly, looking at him. If he were strong enough, he wouldn't have been hurt this badly by Gong Liye. Nangong Yehen curled his lips, "I'll make myself stronger." "Dad, does it hurt a lot?" Chu Junyu looked up with his handsome little face, gazing at Nangong Yehen with concern. "A real man doesn't complain about pain, no matter how bad it is." "Don't put on a brave face in front of your sons," Chu Junyu raised an eyebrow. Nangong Yichen kept his eyes fixed on his face, his expression cold, but inside he was both worried and pained. "It doesn't hurt," Nangong Yehen said as he walked around the living room.