"Naturally. In at most five months, or at least two months, I'll be able to nurse Aunt's body back to health. At that time, Aunt's body will be better, and her illness will also be reduced." When Su Qian took Lady Wen's pulse just now, she could tell that Lady Wen was weak and probably fell sick often.
"That's great!" Lady Zhou was overjoyed and kissed the two children's little cheeks. "You two are truly your mother's little lucky stars."
Su Qian had always been weak and incompetent. After giving birth, she became a fifth-grade alchemist. If these two little things weren't lucky stars, what else could they be?
