"Mr. Rong, thank you!" Chang Ying stepped forward, her eyes full of gratitude.
She hadn't expected Rong Yan's medical skills to be so extraordinary.
Now, not only had her daughter's high fever subsided without returning, but she was also awake!
Just moments ago, she even said she was hungry.
"There's no need to be polite," Rong Yan said, then looked over at the little girl with big eyes staring at her.
Seeing this, Chang Ying quickly told her daughter, "Xiao Yu, quickly call her Sister Rong. Sister Rong saved you."
"Sister Rong..." The little girl's voice was weak, but her eyes were intently fixed on Rong Yan.
In this era, an eight-year-old girl was already very sensible.
"Such a good girl." Rong Yan rarely smiled, but when she did, it was infectious.
It was the kind of smile that could lift one's spirits, bringing joy along with it.
"Come, let me check your pulse again."
