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Fortunately, minor illnesses and aches were common on the ship, so these medicinal herbs were almost always on hand.
The Pharmacist went to the kitchen to brew the medicine while Mingshu helped the woman carry Hu Zi into the room to settle him down.
The small child curled up on the wide couch, his face deathly pale. Because he had just vomited again, his complexion was terribly unsightly.
He frowned deeply, muttering something indistinctly, occasionally blurting out a few incoherent mumbles.
"Mother…"
The woman's eyes were red and swollen. She turned away to wipe her tears, then took two steps forward, grasped his hand, and said gently, trying to hold back her sobs, "Be good, Hu Zi. Mother is here."
Mingshu stood to the side, watching the scene with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Fortunately, the Pharmacist was quick to act and they all heard a series of footsteps outside, "Here it comes, here comes the medicine!"
