"Yu has a weak constitution and is especially afraid of catching cold. I think it would be better to travel in early summer." As Chen Qing spoke, she looked tenderly at Chen Yu.
Lin Jiaojiao nodded: "Hmm, I'll send a letter to Sister at that time."
"Good."
For Chen Qing, the joy she felt at this moment came from the bottom of her heart. Although she hadn't gone to the Capital yet, or treated her brother's ailment, there was hope in her heart.
Over the years, the Chen family had searched for countless famous doctors in Hangzhou for Yu, but everyone was at a loss for what to do.
Some even predicted that Yu would not live past the age of ten.
"Sister Qing, I was thinking about visiting Luo. I heard that she fell into the water." Lin Jiaojiao asked while watching Chen Qing's facial expression closely.
Outside the hall, she distinctly saw Aunt Liu and Uncle Hua's expressions change at the mention of it.
