Narrentoa added fire to the furnace.
"Dad, the milk is ready. Should I feed this sister?"
The herdsman walked forward and gently opened Emily's eyes.
Emily was in a deep coma now. She opened her eyes but didn't respond at all.
Fortunately, her pupils didn't dilate.
She was still alive.
She was dying, but she was still alive.
"Don't feed her."
The herdsman said in a low voice.
"I don't know whether she can swallow it or not. I don't know what's wrong with her stomach. It's not good for her to get choked."
Narrentoa nodded and looked out of the yurt.
"That uncle has been gone for a whole day. Dad, do you think he has arrived?"
She looked at Emily worriedly.
Emily had a fever now. If she was not sent to the hospital tonight, she would be in danger.
The herdsman shook his head.
"I don't know, but Immortality will bless her kind-hearted people."
"Is it here?"
Suddenly, there were several noises outside, mixed with dog barks.