Faced with Feng Qingxue, Deng Hongling spoke candidly, "No, there's been no news about my brother. If there were any, whether he's alive or dead, my heart wouldn't be hanging in mid-air all the time."
"No news is good news," Feng Qingxue comforted.
Deng Hongling nodded. She could only comfort herself this way to keep living with her nephew.
"Doctor, has Xiaowo's fever gone down?"
Feng Qingxue touched Deng Wu's forehead, "The injection time is too short, so it hasn't gone down that fast, but it's not as hot as when I first came. Take good care of him, and I'll come back before I leave this afternoon to give him another injection."
