Seeing her, he flashed a bright smile. "Sister Yang, you're here!"
"Where is your uncle?"
"He's inside."
Jiang Yanzhou held medicine in one hand and a cup of water in the other. He turned his head when he heard the sound, his expression showing surprise. "Why did you come?"
His voice was hoarse, as if sandpaper had scraped against it.
Lu Yang's gaze lingered on the medicine in his hand for a few seconds before looking up at him. "You told me earlier that you've had a severe cold for a few days and it hasn't gotten better, so I came to check on you."
"I'm fine."
He didn't look well at all. His voice was extremely rough. With his current appearance, there was no way he was fine.
Lu Yang took the medicine from him. "How many days have you been taking this?"
"Five days."
