It was already one in the afternoon when Lü Ying returned home with Xia Zhihao.
Sunlight streamed in from the balcony, falling across the living room. As soon as Xia Zhihao got home, he collapsed onto the sofa. His cough was deep, and his face was frighteningly pale.
Lü Ying felt his forehead—he still had a low-grade fever.
"Mom, will I really be better by tomorrow?"
Xia Zhihao's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with anxiety.
The interview tomorrow was extremely important to him.
If he succeeded, he would have secured a stable government job.
But if he failed, he'd be back to endlessly sending out résumés.
"I'll go brew the medicine for you."
Lü Ying didn't answer him directly.
Although the herbs Li Xu had provided were excellent, especially the ephedra, which was purely wild-harvested.
The processing method was also superb, preserving the medicinal properties to a great extent.
But curing his illness in just one day... she had her doubts.
