Yang Ruxin actually felt somewhat guilty, as Miss Jiao was not yet ten years old, and her tender little face was now in a pitiful state.
"Madam, will my Fengfeng be disfigured?" Madam Jiao's eyes were swollen. From the onset of her daughter's illness until now, she hadn't stopped crying for a single day, but no matter what she tried, it was of no use.
"Don't worry." Yang Ruxin took a deep breath, "I will do my best to treat her."
"Thank you, madam." Jiao Feng, resting in her nanny's arms, said softly.
"Now be a good girl and take your medicine." Yang Ruxin said as she handed over the antidote, "It will taste a bit bitter, because your condition is a bit more severe, so I added some extra herbs."
The little girl paused but then drank the potion with a frown, her lips pursed as if in discomfort.
