Qin Liuxi stepped forward again, seeing that the plump Little Ball now had his eyes tightly shut, his complexion pale, and his breathing rapid. She took his hand, her fingers feeling his pulse.
The pulse was rapid and deep, indicating acute wind-heat syndrome. She glanced over and saw red rashes on Little Ball's neck, looking like hives.
"Quick, look at the young master's neck." The wet nurse, with sharp eyes, also spotted the rashes and cried out in alarm.
Junior Mrs. Zhu was startled, "How could this be."
"Take off his clothes and let's check." Qin Liuxi let go of his hand, flipped Little Ball's eyelid, who was already unconscious, and surveyed the room, asking, "Apart from eating sweets, did he eat anything else?"
"No, the young master is very selective with his food, he rarely eats things from outside, and this candy was brought by us." The wet nurse explained.
