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"I've been feeling much better recently," Ding Yong said with a smile, "Before, I always felt alternately hot and cold, with pain all over my body, but lately, the pain subsides much quicker. Cuicui too."
He extended his elbow, "The rash has faded, too. Doctor, are we getting better soon?"
Lu Tong looked down.
On that rough, frail arm, the rash maintained its initial appearance, not darkening any further.
She nodded, "Mhm," quietly.
"That's amazing!" Cuicui cheered, hugging her father's neck, "Once we are fully recovered and leave the Plague Hospital, I want to eat the pancakes you make for me!"
"Sure!" Ding Yong laughed as he replied, swallowing at the thought of wheat flour pancakes.
Lu Tong stood up, collected the empty bowls from which the patients had finished their medicinal soup, and left the room.
She returned to the residence nearest to the dilapidated temple.