Hand-foot-mouth disease!
A disease that's easy for little children to contract, and moreover, it's a damn infectious disease.
Thinking about how he's also a little child now, Yuan Bao felt a sense of unease.
Fortunately, she now possesses something like the Incense Fire Wishing Power, a divine item.
Otherwise, she might also be infected.
"Grandma, my little brother is sick. Does the doctor have a good prescription?"
Yuan Bao looked at Mrs. Zeng and asked.
Mrs. Zeng's face was filled with sorrow and bitterness, saying, "The doctor prescribed medicine, but your brother is too young to swallow it."
"Grandma, you don't need to worry too much."
Yuan Bao thought for a moment and softly said, "I'll go find my godmother later and ask for the Wei Family's Imperial Physician. My little brother will surely be blessed and recover quickly."
Finding the Imperial Physician was just a pretext; the Incense Fire Wishing Power was the real prescription.
