"Thank you, Aunt An." Hearing that there was medicine, Yang Ming felt somewhat relieved, as going out to buy medicine and coming back would take a lot of time.
An'an's mother waved her hand and said, "No need to thank me, you stay here and take care of her. I'll go make the medicine and bring it over once it's ready."
Saying this, An'an's mother went out to the yard and shouted, "Old man, where did you put the herbs left by Xue Zhiyi? Hurry and find them, the girl has a high fever."
"What? The child has a high fever? I'll get it right away."
Old An hurried to find the herbs, handed them to An'an's mother, and An'an's mother went to the kitchen to make the medicine for Xiaoxiao.
In the room, Yang Ming took care of his wife. She had been fine when he came back, sleeping so sweetly. How did she suddenly develop such a high fever?
He touched his wife's forehead; it was very hot, and her face was very red. She was also sleeping restlessly.
