The infant survival rate was already low in ancient times, and since Li Qiong was born prematurely, his constitution was even weaker than a normal baby's.
In his current condition, his chances of survival were extremely low.
Hua Manman reached out and touched the Seventh Prince's forehead.
Scorching hot!
If this was left unchecked, even if the fever didn't kill him, he'd be left brain-damaged.
Hua Qingqing hugged the Seventh Prince tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"It's all my fault. Mommy is useless; I can't protect you."
On the way over, Hua Manman had already taken a quick look around. This dump didn't even have a clean cup, let alone any high-proof liquor.
Using physical methods to lower his temperature was impossible. The conditions for it simply didn't exist.
Hua Manman could only speak to the system.
'Didn't I still have that special lucky bag I haven't used? Exchange it for a Life Reviving Pill for me.'
