Very quickly, Yang Ming finished brewing the herbal medicine to reduce fever. He instructed, "Little Shitou, the medicine is right here. It's hot, so don't take it yourself. I'll go get your aunt now, alright?"
"Got it." Little Shitou nodded and stood in the kitchen, watching the bowl of medicine that could save his mother. He obediently didn't move because he was afraid his clumsiness would spill the medicine, leaving his mother without the remedy.
Seeing Little Shitou agree, Yang Ming left the kitchen and returned to the house. As he entered, he asked, "Wife, is our son asleep?"
Upon hearing Yang Ming's voice, Xiaoxiao quickly gestured for silence, "Shh! Keep your voice down; our son just fell asleep."
The child had just gone to sleep, and this was the most restless time. Even a little sound could wake him, but he would sleep more soundly later.
Yang Ming glanced at their son and spoke softly, "The medicine is ready. You should take it to the sister-in-law."
