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Xiao Ruo was initially full of confidence in the Nesting Witch God, but never expected to receive this uncertain answer. Her nerves, which had just relaxed, were tense again.
The Nesting Witch God rechecked Miao Ruoyi from head to toe, finally probing his pulse, with a contemplative expression on his face.
"Nesting Witch God, how is my eldest brother?" Xiao Ruo couldn't help but ask.
The Nesting Witch God slowly raised his head and glanced at Xiao Ruo: "Did you give him any medicine these past few days?"
Xiao Ruo felt a tightening in her heart: "I gave him a medicinal bath for a few days. Is the medicinal bath bad for my eldest brother?"
"No, it's quite good." The Nesting Witch God lowered his voice, seeming to ponder something.
Xiao Ruo was about to die of anxiety; the Nesting Witch God was saying everything was quite good, but then what was this solemn expression on his face?
