The medicine has been given.
But when it takes effect is hard to say.
It might be soon, or it might take a while, depending on the individual's constitution.
Although night had already fallen, a large crowd of people had gathered at the entrance of the diagnosis point, forming layers upon layers around it.
"The fever, the fever has gone down..." About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, the boy's father touched his son's forehead and exclaimed with surprise.
Lin Miao bent down, crouched, and felt it with his palm—it indeed wasn't as scorching as before. The fever had subsided, though not entirely.
However, the frequency of the limbs twitching had significantly reduced compared to when they first arrived.
"He's sweating, sweating, and the color of this sweat..." Xia Zhu also noticed the beads of sweat on the boy's forehead, which weren't the same color as a normal person's.
