I'm Only Three and a Half! Do I Have to Raise Four Sickly Brothers?

[Three and a Half Years Old] [Everyone's Favorite] [Hilarious] [Adorable Kid] [No Romance Power Fantasy]

Her miracle-doctor father and female general mother have "died."

Three-and-a-half-year-old Jiang Rong straps on her little acupuncture kit and heads down the mountain to find her brothers.

Before her father drew his last breath, he clasped her little hand, heartbroken.

"Your eldest brother's gone crazy. He keeps imagining he's the Regent."

"Your second brother could cough himself to death any day."

"Your third brother's legs grew crooked."

"Your fourth brother can't even talk. He's a poor little thing nobody wants!"

Jiang Rong is worried.

How is this little thing supposed to survive with so many patients to care for?

At the military camp, the Marquis Who Pacifies the North has just beheaded an enemy general with a single stroke, looking every bit the mighty warrior.

Jiang Rong panics and yanks a three-hundred-jin wooden post out of the ground with her bare hands before rushing over.

"Second bro was already in poor health! Why are you standing in the cold wind?"

In the capital, the court officials are kneeling and chanting, "Long live the Regent!"

Jiang Rong's tears tumble down.

Oh no! Eldest bro is so sick that everyone in the capital is playing along with his delusions!

Later, people across the land are horrified to discover that the Regent has started going to bed on time, the great general is being wrapped up like a ball and spoon-fed, the richest man in the land is forbidden to leave the house, and the greatest assassin alive is forbidden to speak.

And the three-and-a-half-year-old little dumpling behind it all stands with her hands on her hips, her chubby little face stern.

"Patients aren't allowed to run around."

"All my big brothers have to stick with me, or I won't be able to take care of them all."