Jiang Mingyue quickly lit the candle on her bedside table, not knowing where the flashlight and kerosene lamp had gone.
With the light, she could see clearly—the old lady indeed, but her bark-like old face was flushed red, like the shell of a ripe crayfish.
She hurried to check: indeed, she was ill, with typhoid dysentery, and a rash. Although not a professional doctor, she could tell such common symptoms, especially when spiritual power gathered data for easy judgment.
She went to the kitchen, poured half a bowl of water from the thermos, which was a bit hot, and during the cooling process, she took out the corresponding medicine from the pharmacy. However, the dysentery medicine was not needed anymore, since it had already occurred and would not recur.
