Inside Spirit Pool B-7.
Nanny Wang looked worriedly at Zheng Yi lying on the bed.
"Doctor Zhang, how is Zheng Yi?"
The gray-haired doctor shook his head, withdrew his hand from feeling the pulse, and said, "This child's constitution is too weak. This is the third time this month, right?"
"Last time he caught a fever from accidentally falling into the water, and after finally recovering, he caught a cold and fainted from overnight cultivation."
"I just took his pulse and found his breath extremely weak, it could possibly turn into consumption."
"Consumption?!"
Nanny Wang's face changed dramatically: "But that's contagious!"
"Indeed."
The doctor shook his head, with a slight look of fear on his face as well.
"Nanny Wang, if it really doesn't work out, just send him out of the Spirit Pool."
"Maybe for him, it will also be a relief."
"No way!"
