"Xuan'er, sweetheart, tell your sister, where does your tummy hurt?"
In her previous life, she became an immortal and was proficient in medical skills. She traveled in the human world for thousands of years, and left a beautiful name of Bare-Hand Medical Immortal.
Little Baby was poisoned, his young body invaded. She subconsciously wanted to cure him and didn't want the small child to suffer from pain again.
"Sister Yu, your mother is going to wash your clothes, and your father will come later to call you for dinner."
Li Xue'e threw the two children's dirty clothes into the tub and carried the tub outside.
"Got it, Mother."
Su Qingluo sweetly replied and continued to focus on Little Baby.
"My tummy hurts."
Little Baby pointed to his navel with teary eyes.
"Xuan'er, be good, stretch out your hand and let your sister feel your wrist."
Su Qingluo gently coaxed Little Baby, taking advantage of his confusion, and held his wrist.