Ye Nianbai was excited all night, his status secure.
Si Mingjing placed the medicine bowl on the table and called to the little cherubic boy adored by everyone, "Shurong, come and take your medicine."
The little boy was reluctant.
But in the end, he closed his eyes and gulped down the entire bowl. After finishing, he stuck out his little tongue like a husky, constantly wailing, "ARGH, ARGH, ARGH! This is killing this baby, it's so bitter! This is killing this baby, it's so bitter!"
The Ye family's hearts ached terribly.
Especially Old Madam Ye, who couldn't bear to see her great-grandson suffer. Her eyes slightly red, she asked Si Mingjing, "Mingjing, can Xiaorong's illness really be cured?"
Si Mingjing wasn't entirely certain. It was a prescription from Academician Zhou, and as family members, they should have absolute trust in the doctor. When Si Mingjing prescribed medicine herself, she also didn't want to be doubted.
