"Uncle, if Mom brings back the medicinal ingredients, is there still time needed to prepare the antidote?"
"Yes, time is needed. It's easy to measure the ratio between two types of medicine, but when many medicines are mixed together, one wrong ratio, and it becomes poison instead of an antidote. The two kinds of medicine your father is taking now have already been tested on others by your uncle, they won't kill a person. After drinking the previous two medicines, your uncle found that those who were close to death, the living dead, have already survived five days, still alive."
Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to feed them to Ye Zi'an.
"That's good." Lele let out a sigh of relief.
"Alright, you kids stay here and keep your dad company, talk to him more." Mu Shaoling patted his little head, "Uncle is going to the medical hall."
"Okay."
After Mu Shaoling left, the small bowl in Yangyang's hands was almost finished as well.
