Hearing him say this, Dong'er and her husband were unable to contain their happiness. They thought of all the difficulties the family had to go through this year because of this illness. Dong'er couldn't help but raise her sleeve and gently wipe at the corners of her eyes.
Fan Xian had Dong'er prepare brush and ink. After some thought, he wrote some prescriptions. He looked it over carefully, twice. After confirming there was no problem with it, he blew it dry and handed them to her. He ordered that the medicine be taken on time and for them to not be miserly with the silver anymore.
Dong'er agreed with a slight smile.
Fan Xian looked at her expression and knew she might not listen to his words. He couldn't help but grow angry again and said, "Where is the logic in making hardships for yourself?"
