This busy period extended until evening.
Hong Chuan, the little child, under Aunt Zhang's guidance, went to buy the herbs listed on the prescription, and came back to make the medicine.
However, on the way back, he saw Duanmu Nan.
"Uncle Duanmu."
The little one ran up to him, looking up at the man as beautiful as an immortal and asked, "Uncle, is my mother's illness very serious?"
Duanmu Nan paused slightly, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, your mother is fine, just a minor illness."
"But..." Hong Chuan tilted his head, looking serious, "You check others' pulses in just five breaths, but for my mother... one, two, three, four, five..."
He counted on his fingers, "It took fifteen breaths!"
Duanmu Nan was taken aback, this child was so observant? Even counted the moments when he was distracted?
Generally speaking, a three-year-old wouldn't pay attention to such things.
Maybe, because he only has one mother, he's especially sensitive?
