Zhou Xiang saw his eyes rolling, probably guessing he had guessed it, so what? It was just a guess. She didn't admit it, and no one could find evidence. What's wrong with making ginseng juice? I'm happy with it.

Besides, given Doctor Cao's character, he would definitely not tell anyone.

"Alright! I'll have Ling Ran bring it to you tomorrow. Can you please move aside?"

Doctor Cao narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Okay! I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

"Well! Wait!"

Not long after Zhou Xiang went in, Doctor Cao tricked the young parents out. After Zhou Xiang came out, he pretended to want to take his pulse again.

Feeling the child's strong pulse, Doctor Cao sighed in his heart. This child is blessed, but unfortunately, he has a pair of parents who are ignorant of the times, and three aunts and uncles who are also ignorant of the times. There is no chance for him!

Alas, he had to trouble himself to cover up for those two little brats. "It's nothing serious. If you don't have a fever by 4 pm, you can go home."

"Thank you, Doctor Cao."

"Thank you, Doctor Cao."

Doctor Cao accepted the thanks without a guilty conscience. "Alright, don't thank me too much. Just take good care of the child. He's young, and sometimes he doesn't cry intentionally. He's just uncomfortable and can't express it. As a parent, you should be more attentive."

Guan Zafu nodded his still red and swollen head and said, "Yes, yes, we will take good care of it."

The child was well again, and Doctor Cao was in the mood for some fun. "Little Ah Fu! Who hit you in the face? Do you want me to heal you?"

Guan Zafu shook his head repeatedly, "No, no."