"I'm not in a hurry about the Feng Shui Bottle; I've waited ten years, so I'm not pressed for time now."
Old Zhao looked very kindly, glancing at the bed, "Why did she suddenly fall ill?"
Yu Longting walked to the bedside, holding me up, "Evil cold entered her body, causing a high fever."
"Then she must go to the hospital, hurry up, don't delay," Old Zhao said earnestly, showing a great deal of empathy, unlike someone detached from the human world.
He likely spent ten years living anonymously in the village as an ordinary person and thus understands the pain of life, illness, and death.
I still didn't want to go to the hospital, tapping Yu Longting's back for one last attempt, "Wait, Yu Longting, I remember bloodletting can bring down a fever."
Just as Old Zhao is here, I can perform bloodletting in front of him to nourish the fish eyes.
Make a good impression and leave a favorable image in front of Old Zhao.
