"It's you! It's you!" Aunt Zhang's eyes were fixed on Lily. "You gave my Lanlan the medicine yesterday. Folks, come judge this! You all saw me bring Lanlan in yesterday! My Lanlan only had a cold, but after taking the medicine you prescribed, she…she started foaming at the mouth, convulsing, and then she left me! Oh, my daughter, making me, a white-haired person, send off a black-haired one…you quack, how could you give my Lanlan the wrong medicine! How could you!"
Lily's eyes narrowed slightly. "Impossible."
The medicine given yesterday was for a cold and a chill, personally prepared by her brother, and there couldn't have been a mistake. How could Lanlan die after taking it?
Qin Lily's mind raced.
She carefully recalled seeing the little girl Lanlan last night. Other than being somewhat thin and malnourished, she was relatively healthy. She really only had a cold; taking some medicine and reducing her fever would have cured her.
