"Lan Tian, you're back."
At the staircase, Tian Xianghua and her husband were anxiously carrying their child downstairs.
"Sister-in-law, why are you carrying the child out so early in the morning?" Lan Tian looked at them and felt it was strange.
"The baby is sick, we are taking him to the hospital." Tian Xianghua's voice trembled, with a crying tone.
Only then did Lan Tian notice her pale face, disheveled clothes, and messy hair, which was completely unlike her usual tidy appearance. She sensed the severity of the situation; the baby must be seriously ill, otherwise Tian Xianghua wouldn't be so frightened.
Being always tender-hearted towards children, and knowing that the baby was ill, Lan Tian couldn't just stand by, especially since Tian Xianghua had always treated her well. She approached to examine the child's condition and said, "I have learned some medicine at home. If you trust me, sister-in-law, I can take a look at the baby."
