"One has a temperature of thirty-seven point six, and the other is thirty-seven point nine," Aunt Li said to Beisitian, holding a small notebook.
Beisitian nodded, stepped forward to examine the elderly and the child patients, noticed their listless and somewhat dazed expressions, asked them a few questions, and then said to Yang Wulang, "Uncle Yang, I'll prepare some medicine for them tonight to help reduce the inflammation. Once the temperature drops completely, we can observe them for a few more days, and then they can leave."
"Alright, I'll come by to get the medicine tonight," Yang Wulang replied.
Beisitian nodded again, feeling more at ease with Yang Wulang handling the medicine distribution.
The news of Old Zhang and the Li Family's grandson's temperature drop quickly spread by word of mouth to the ears of waiting family members outside.
Old Zhang's wife and sons were moved to tears, while the Li Family man happily kept saying that heaven had eyes.
