Song Mingzhao frowned, but he still went over to take a look.
The woman ran over excitedly. "Young master, where's the little girl who was with you just now? Where did she go? The doctor said that my son is fine. She was the one who saved him. I haven't thanked her in person. Can you tell me where she went?"
Song Mingzhao's expression was indifferent. "Since your son is fine, take good care of him in the future!"
With that, he turned and left.
The woman wanted to stop him, but Song Mingzhao was young and had an extraordinary aura, so she did not dare to be rash.
At this moment, Old Madam Liu stepped forward. "My young miss has already left. She asked me to give you the protective method for asthma." As she stuffed a stack of papers into the woman's hand, she said, "Although asthma can't be cured completely, if you recuperate according to what my young miss wrote, you can reduce the number of episodes and reduce the symptoms."
