Xiaoxiao instantly understood Shitou's mother's words—she was worried about spending silver. From what she could tell, it seemed to be just a fever, with no other symptoms. So Xiaoxiao said, "Big sister, we have herbs for treating fever with us. Wait here, I'll go brew some medicine for you."
Upon hearing this, Shitou's mother didn't know what to say. Her eyes filled with tears, "Sister."
"Big sister, you don't have to worry about anything. Just focus on getting better. Little Shitou is waiting for you to take care of him," Xiaoxiao comforted her.
"Thank you, sister." As expected, mentioning Little Shitou made Shitou's mother agree, and Xiaoxiao thought, like mother, like son—they both care deeply for each other.
"No problem, big sister. You should rest first, and I'll come back later," Xiaoxiao said as she exited and went off to find the herbs.
As soon as Xiaoxiao stepped inside, Yang Ming said, "Wife, you watch the child. I'm going out for a while."
