Beas was a lost and found treasure to everyone, but to Gem Atkinson, it was even more so. It was understandable that Gem couldn't bear to draw Beas's blood. She asked, "What about the last time he had a fever?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine treatment plus topical patches, no injections."
"You're so reluctant to hurt him, what about your virus?" While saying this, she snuggled into his arms and wrapped her hands around his waist.
To Beas, he was entirely oblivious to his parents' worries, only aware of the goodness of this warm greenhouse.
Because Beas liked it here, Gem had carpeted all the walkable areas of the greenhouse for his convenience.
Beas had good stamina and could almost crawl around for two hours. Today, he was thinking about grape mud and crawled back after a while. Seeing Forsythia Brown, he staggered to his feet, happily calling 'MAMA' and lunged towards Forsythia's embrace.
