As soon as Sun heard that her mother was sick, she hurriedly rushed into the house.
Upon entering, the scent of herbal medicine filled the air. Old Mrs. Sun was lying on the kang, covered with thick blankets, with a bowl of medicinal soup placed beside her.
Sun touched Old Mrs. Sun's forehead and indeed, it was burning hot. Without thinking about anything else, she anxiously said, "Changhe, quickly carry mother to the cart, we need to take her to the town pharmacy."
Yu Xiaolian stepped forward, "Wait a moment."
In ancient times, there was no immediate remedy to bring down a fever. Her grandmother had been burning repeatedly for several days, so bringing down the fever was the priority.
"It's crucial to reduce the fever first." Yu Xiaolian took out a packet of ibuprofen granules and, with Sun's help, fed it to Old Mrs. Sun.
Only then did she let Yu Changhe carry Old Mrs. Sun to the carriage.
Sun hurriedly followed Yu Changhe out while asking Xiaohu, "Where's your mother?"
