Chapter 12.1
After Feng Shao taught those ruffians a lesson, he left the tavern.
Feng Shao asked the passers-by around him and then walked in one direction.
Not long after, Feng Shao walked into a dirty alley surrounded by dilapidated thatched cottages.
Following the guidance of passers-by, Feng Shao came to one of the dilapidated thatched huts and opened the door.
The next moment, he felt a strong musty smell blowing towards his face.
He frowned slightly and then began to investigate carefully in the thatched cottage. After a while, he saw a small figure lying on the bed covered with a quilt.
He stepped forward, only to see that the small figure was a little boy who looked no more than eight or nine years old. The little boy’s face was flushed and his whole body was trembling. Even without touching, Feng Shao could feel the heat from the little boy’s body.
This is… a fever, right?
Feng Shao pressed his hand to the little boy’s forehead and felt extremely hot. He knew very well that if the little boy didn’t seek medical treatment, he might not live long.