Jin Qixin arrived early. Other than Mrs. Jing Ya and Prince Charles, no one else noticed. He listened with his stethoscope, then stood upright and said, "Your lungs are fine. Do you want a faster recovery or a slower one?"
Mrs. Jing Ya gave him a light slap. "The older you get, the less serious you are. If there's an illness, it must be treated. You need to make sure Rui'er recovers quickly."
Jin Qixin chuckled. "Auntie Jing Ya, Airui hasn't been sick in years. Why not take this opportunity to let him rest a few days?"
"Let's treat him first. If he wants to rest, he can take leave. It's too uncomfortable to drag it out like this!" Mrs. Jing Ya looked at her grandson. "What do you think?"
Tong Airui smiled and nodded. "Listen to Grandma. After I'm cured, I'll pretend to be sick."
Prince Charles laughed. "Once you're well, you definitely won't be able to stay still!"
