The mute woman had fallen ill. She was already old and had been agitated yesterday. She had developed a fever without any warning.
Shen Yijia knew a little about medicine, but not only had she never prescribed medicine for anyone, but she also did not have any medicine to use. The couple could only bring the mute woman to town to see a doctor.
Fortunately, it was a false alarm. The mute woman's condition was not too serious.
"I'll get the doctor to prescribe some medicine for you later," Shen Yijia said to the young man squatting there and coughing.
When she saw this person yesterday, he looked sick. Perhaps it was because he didn't have the money to see a doctor, so he kept dragging it out.
Shen Yijia suddenly missed the spiritual liquid that she condensed every three days. Although the effect was not as good as a level-three spiritual liquid, it was also not easy to detect.
The young man said, "My… My name is Zhong Cheng."
Zhong Cheng?
