Grandpa also came out of the herb room, urging Xiao Man, "This is an acute illness, and he's family. Don't worry about formalities, just take a look at him quickly!"
Tang Haocheng had already brought over a half-height stool and placed Tang Qingyun's hand on it. Xiao Man walked over, bent down to check his pulse, and then straightened up.
"Manman, you..." Grandma Tang looked down at her younger son's face, steeled herself, and finished, "How is your uncle?"
"Don't worry, Grandma. Uncle just has acute gastritis. He'll be fine after some medicine."
Tang Qingyun heard the conversation between the grandmother and granddaughter. 'Xiao Man is certainly quick to call me 'Uncle',' he thought. He couldn't help but close his eyes in despair, feeling his stomach hurt even more.
"Sis, should we brew the medicine now?" Tang Haocheng asked.
