Uncle Zheng also became a bit flustered and hastily explained, "The little young master started throwing up and having diarrhea just a while ago, which led to a high fever. A doctor has already been here to take a look, saying it might be because he ate too much junk food..."
Upon hearing this, Beijue's expression turned stern, and he immediately appeared both angry and helpless.
He had already told them that those things should not be eaten recklessly!
"How is the situation now?"
Beijue sat by the bed and stretched out his hand to feel the temperature of the little guy's forehead.
It was scorching hot to the touch.
Uncle Zheng replied in a low voice, "He has already taken some fever-reducing medicine, but it probably hasn't taken effect yet. I'm afraid he'll need to rest for a couple more days and eat some light food to recuperate."
"Hmm." Beijue nodded, carefully tucked Mobai in, and then said in a low voice, "I'll watch over here."
