The cloth in the basin was half-dried, and it became hot within a short time of being placed on my forehead.
The room was filled with a bitter medicinal smell, mixed with the lingering moldy smell.
Yue tide knelt on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling a little, and she dipped the cloth into the cold water again.
The clinking of the pot made a dull sound, which made her heart tremble.
Eight-year-old Xiao He's face was flushed with fever, his chapped lips opened and closed, and only a broken breath came out from deep in his throat: "Ah... Sister... It hurts..."
The hand that was so thin that it was only skin and bones was tightly grasping the corner of Yue tide's clothes, and the knuckles turned white.
The old doctor put away his pulse pillow and sighed louder than the wind outside the window.
He didn't look at Yue tide and just packed the medicine box: "The heat poison has penetrated the heart and lungs, and there is no way to save it. Unless the cold heart grass on the cliff of Black Wind Mountain can be used as a medicine guide, otherwise... Prepare for the future."
The protagonist is so cool