"Much better, Dumpling. Are you alright?" I touched my belly, asking Dumpling.
Although Dumpling was no longer in as much pain as before, he still seemed listless. "Much better, mommy."
"Quickly thank Old Senior Zhang." My heart filled with gratitude toward Zhang Zidao, I thought about doing something to please the old man.
In a milky voice, Dumpling called out, "Old Senior Zhang, thank you for fixing mommy's hairpin and saving both me and mommy."
"Call me Great Grandmaster," Zhang Zidao corrected, dissatisfied.
Xiao Li was clutching her belly, a look of suffering on her face, "Then... what should I do... my belly also hurts a lot..."
"For now... Let the Taoist take your pulse, girl, don't rush. With me here, everything will turn out fine."
