"What should we do now?" Quintie asked anxiously, "How can we cure this illness?"
"Of course there is a way to cure it. It's not a serious illness." Jacob looked at her and asked, "Do you still have the prescription I gave you that day?"
"Yes, yes, I've always carried it with me." She nodded.
"That's the prescription. Find the medicine and boil it according to this prescription. With the help of the medicine, I promise that she will recover from her illness in less than half a month," he stated.
"Really?" She was ecstatic. She was glad that she didn't lose the note that he had given her that day. Otherwise, things would be serious. She really didn't know if she could ask him for help shamelessly. That would be too difficult.
"If you don't believe me, please leave." He was a little unhappy. This girl was still too young. How could she question his judgment in front of him?