The servant shivered with fear, lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Sir, I don't know either. When I came in, I saw the young master lying on the mat, burning with a fever and allergic reaction. I don't know where this dish came from."
The man looked deeply at the child in his arms, and Tuanzi instinctively clutched at the man's sleeve.
With a furrowed brow and a heavier tone, he said, "Call the doctor to come immediately, quickly!"
He effortlessly carried Tuanzi back to the room, which was fairly cozy with a lot of toys piled together.
He placed Tuanzi on the bed, pulled up his sleeve, and saw patches of red on it.
The family doctor quickly arrived and exclaimed, "What did the child eat? Allergic reaction like this?"
The man stood nearby like cold pine, his slender fingers leisurely smoothing the clothes wrinkled by Tuanzi earlier.
"Infusion and medication, and remember not to let the young master eat anything he's allergic to in the future. Did he eat red beans?"
