If this went on, even if he could fight the illness, he would probably starve to death if he could not eat anything.
Monk Pu Chen and Yuan Changzi were not foolish. When they heard that, they could guess the identities of these two people. Immediately, their expressions became grave and nervous.
"The child fell sick on the way here, so this house should be fine. Moreover, I have already asked the doctors to check everything. There's no poison anywhere," Prince Ning Bei's expression did not look great either, "Master, please take a look. If you can save my son, I'll reward you with 10,000 taels of gold!"
Ten thousand taels of gold?
The corner of Xie Qiao's lips twitched.
It was quite a lot, but it was not good to have too much gold. The child's life was not worth that much, and he was easily hurt.
At that moment, the two of them went to the bed to take a look first, while Xie Qiao was squeezed behind.
