Ye Qianqian sat on the bed, pondering. An epidemic? Almost no one gets it in modern times; everyone gets vaccinated. Fortunately, she studied traditional Chinese medicine, so epidemics are a basic part of her pharmacology. But it would be difficult to gather all the medicine needed to treat an epidemic in this isolated village, wouldn't it?

Besides, could a sheltered child bride really cure illnesses? Never mind, saving lives is the priority. If she saves him, might she be hailed as a goddess doctor? Ye Qianqian stroked her chin, seriously considering this question. If that happened, wouldn't she become famous? Her eyes lit up. If she became famous, Mom, Yuanpeng, and Sister Fangying could find her through that name, right?

I wiped Yangyang's temperature again. Hmm, it's still 38 degrees Celsius, that's about right. But, Mom, Yuanpeng, Fangying, where are you?

Hugging her knees, Ye Qianqian cried softly as she thought about how she had inexplicably come to this place and been separated from her family.

Shen Junliang: "..." What are you crying for? Are you wailing like you're at your deathbed? It's just a plague! You're not dead yet! Really.

But this can't go on forever. He can't exactly stay under someone's bed all night, can he? Forget it, he'll wait until the woman falls asleep before doing anything else, so he doesn't get caught if he goes out.

But things don't always go as planned. Ye Qianqian, who had slept for two days and two nights, was wide awake. How could she possibly sleep? Besides, Yangyang still had a fever and needed her to take good care of her.

So Shen Junliang waited and waited, until Yangyang woke up.

Wow~ Wow~

The child's cries startled Ye Qianqian from her grief. "Yangyang, Yangyang, you're awake? That's great! You scared me to death!"

Yangyang managed to utter a difficult question: "Auntie...?"

Ye Qianqian quickly gave him some warm water and took his temperature, which was still 38 degrees Celsius. She could give Yangyang another dose of fever-reducing medicine in two hours, and hopefully he would get better by tomorrow.

"Yangyang, be good and wait here for Auntie. Auntie will make you some porridge."

Yangyang, her face flushed, nodded obediently, while glistening tears still clung to her chubby cheeks.

Ye Qianqian left the room, and the next instant, Shen Junliang slipped out from under the bed and tiptoed toward the window.

To his surprise, the seemingly harmless child uttered a startling question: "Are you an opera singer?" He had assumed the child was too young to speak, but the child's speech was surprisingly clear.

"Uh...yes, I'm an opera singer, little friend. Uncle, can you just disappear like this? But please don't tell your mother about my appearance, okay?" Because Yangyang's voice was too soft and hoarse, Shen Junliang didn't hear him call Ye Qianqian "Auntie" at all.

Yangyang looked at him suspiciously. "Mom? What's that?"

However, he still nodded obediently, but because he was too tired, he fell asleep again. Just then, Ye Qianqian returned, and Shen Junliang slipped out before she entered the door.

"Yangyang?" Ye Qianqian called tentatively, muttering, "Asleep again?"

The aroma of porridge drew near, and Yangyang, who hadn't eaten for two days, slowly opened her eyes again. "I'm hungry... I want to eat..."

Ye Qianqian felt sorry for him, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Ye Qianqian held him in her arms with one hand and fed him porridge in small sips with the other.

"Cough cough..."

Yangyang ate too quickly and choked a little. Ye Qianqian glared at him and said, "Slow down!"

"Uh... okay, okay, I know you're starving." The little boy looked at her with a pitiful expression, and Ye Qianqian felt a pang of guilt. She was also internally panicking; if Yangyang wanted to find his mother later, where was she going to conjure up a Fangying for him? Fortunately, Yangyang was currently engrossed in his food and completely oblivious.