Yao Ling's smile gradually faded, her brows furrowed with sorrow: "Alas, it's strange, I've developed several prescriptions and had Wang Yueyu try them, but they just don't work!"

After hearing her words, Qingxi put down her bowl, having lost all interest in drinking the soup.

In the past few days, Mu Ting and his four sons have been guarding the capital. They first sealed off the Zhuang residence and the bitten people, separating them from the normal population.

Therefore, the situation in the capital has been brought under control, and no major disturbances have occurred.

Everyone is now waiting for a cure to be developed so that this strange disease can be completely cured.

But after trying a series of medications, none of them worked, and Qingxi became increasingly worried.

Yao Ling comforted her, saying, "This illness is very strange, and it certainly won't be cured so quickly. Princess, don't worry, just wait a little longer, and the prescription will definitely be developed."

Qingxi sighed and looked at the little dumpling who was eating meat with gusto.

She can wait, but she's afraid her little dumpling won't be able to!

The little one's illness is like a sword hanging over our heads; who knows if it will fall down in the next second?

Yao Ling followed Qingxi's gaze and knew what she was worried about.

She couldn't help but sigh along with Qingxi.

The little dumpling happily finished the soup and gnawed all the duck meat clean. After eating and drinking to its heart's content, it patted its round little belly.

"Mommy, Sister Yao, don't worry," the little dumpling comforted them sweetly.

Qingxi and Yaoling couldn't help but be startled.

So she knew everything!

She was the one who should be comforted, but now she was the one comforting them.

Qingxi and Yaoling felt incredibly sad. They wished the illness had been contracted by them instead of Xiaotuanzi, so they could suffer in her place.

The little dumpling slid off the chair, ran to Yao Ling, and blinked its big eyes, saying:

"Sister Yao, could you please tell my fourth brother?"

"Let my fourth brother take Feifei and Qiuqiu to Mount Fuling to find the Fairy of the Blessed Fruit."

"Why is that?" Qingxi leaned down and asked in confusion.

Yao Ling also looked puzzled.

The little dumpling explained to the two of them, "I want to ask the Fairy of the Blessed Fruit for help. Maybe he has a way to cure this disease."

These past few days, besides eating, drinking, and sleeping, the little dumpling has also been thinking about how to cure its illness.

Now, she is plagued by this illness and can no longer contact Wang Yueyu and other patients, so she cannot figure out a prescription on her own.

After thinking it over, she had no choice but to ask her friends for help.

The Immortal of the Blessed Fruit has lived for so long, perhaps he can come up with a solution.

After receiving instructions from the little dumpling, Yao Ling quickly got up and went to the Mu family to deliver the message to Mu Jinnian.

The Gluttonous Beast carried Mu Jinnian and Qiuqiu to Mount Fuling. After a short while, the Fairy of Fuling Fruit sensed their presence and crawled out of the ground.

Upon hearing that Little Dumpling had something to ask for, the Immortal of Fortune Fruit immediately had the Gluttonous Beast bring him to Little Dumpling.

"Oh, so that's how it is." The Fairy of Fortune Fruit sat on the table, listening to the little dumpling recount the whole story.

He casually crossed his short, muscular legs, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "Actually, perhaps I should ask my master about this; he should have a solution!"

"Your master?" The little dumpling propped its head up and looked at him.

She's known the Feast Fairy for so long, and she still doesn't know he has a master!

Qingxi looked at the talking little radish spirit with curiosity and reached out to touch the little tuft on his head.

The Fairy of Fortune Fruit said unhappily, "Ugh, don't ruin my hairstyle!"

Qingxi smiled and withdrew her hand, then sat down with the little dumpling to watch him.

The fairy Fulingguo said to the little dumpling, "Of course! My master is amazing! He's an immortal! He's the legendary Yanzhen Tianzun who lives in Xiaoyao Continent in the South China Sea!"

"Wow!" The little dumpling opened its mouth wide in surprise. "That sounds amazing! Let's go find him!"

"Wait!" Fairy Fulingguo reached out to stop the little dumpling.

The little dumpling tilted its head and asked, "What's wrong? Does the immortal not want to get involved in mortal affairs?"

"You're his apprentice, please plead with him for us!"

"Um...actually..." Fuling Fruit Fairy said somewhat embarrassedly, "I only know this master by unilateral reasons. The Venerable Yanzhen probably doesn't even know that he has a disciple like me."

The Fairy of Fortune Fruit tapped her little fingers together, blushing as she looked at the two of them.