Chen Yang brought the child back to the clinic, feeding elixirs and preparing medicinal acupuncture.
After busying himself for two or three hours, Xuanxuan's complexion finally improved.
His face became rosy, his eyes clear and spirited, indistinguishable from a normal person.
Seeing Xuanxuan recover, Widow Wei and the elderly were so excited, they almost kneeled down to thank Chen Yang on the spot.
"You don't need to kneel to me; I'm just doing my job for payment." Chen Yang calmly waved his hand to stop her, then handed her a few elixirs: "These elixirs, one per day, be mindful of the diet during this period, and Xuanxuan will be cured in less than half a month."
Widow Wei took the elixirs, nodding repeatedly: "Alright, I've noted that, Yang Zi, thank you."
"Take Xuanxuan back and be careful not to catch a cold." Chen Yang remained expressionless, unwilling to speak more to Widow Wei.
