Even if Diwu Zexuan's prescription is a strong medicine, it's been carefully tested for proportion. For others, using it together would be courting death, but in his hands, it's highly likely to bring about a miraculous recovery.
"Where are they?" Diwu Zexuan opened his lips lightly.
"They're all in Miss Ye's ward." The assistant was momentarily stunned, then quickly responded.
"Let's go have a look." Diwu Zexuan took a step and walked out. When he got near Ye Mingmei's ward, he heard Meimei's soft cries.
He furrowed his eyebrows before pushing the door open to enter.
"Is she hungry?" Diwu Zexuan walked forward, noticing the little bundle.
Ye Mingmei was clumsily holding her daughter, watching the little one shedding tears, and her own eyes were red.
"I just fed her milk, and she didn't pee. I don't know if it's discomfort because she keeps crying." Seeing Diwu Zexuan, Ye Mingmei, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly stood up holding her daughter from the bed.
