"Grandma, you rest well and get a good sleep. Today we will just stay in the old mansion and not go anywhere."
Mu Chengxi's comforting words were very effective. The Old Madam Mu gently nodded her head, shifted her body, found a comfortable position, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing that the Old Madam had fallen asleep, Zhuge Jingming gently tugged at Wen Xin's sleeve, "Little Uncle-Master, there's nothing for me here, I will head back first…"
"Hold on, I'll write a prescription for you. You follow the prescription to gather the medicines and make them into pills for fifteen days, then have someone deliver them here as soon as possible. Grandma needs to take them."
As he spoke, Wen Xin placed the already prepared golden needles into his backpack, took out a pen and a notebook from his backpack, and seriously wrote a prescription, which he handed to Zhuge Jingming.
