Zhang Xiaomeng nodded and then began to speak:
"You're right, treating the illness is urgent, and I'm going to the city's pharmacy right away to gather the herbs. However, there's one rare herb that's extremely hard to find, and only my family has a stash of it."
"What herb is it? Tell me, and I'll drive to your house to get it now."
Before Zhang Xiaomeng could finish his sentence, Murong Yu volunteered to take on the task.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng exchanged a glance with Murong Fenghua.
"Alright, it's a fifty-year-old red ginseng. You go to my house now, and I'll call my dad right away to explain the situation to him."
"Okay, no problem."
After saying this, Murong Yu bade farewell to Murong Fenghua and then left in a hurry.
"Xiaoyu, she truly cares about me."
Moved by the sight of her cousin's hurried departure, Murong Fenghua said.
"Sister, stop talking about that and call your husband quickly, asking him to come back."
"Okay."
