Chapter 1309 Little Shirley in the Room

This is a rather cozy room.

Even though it is still night, the darkness before dawn is definitely not as warm as the sun, but the exquisite layout and some childlike wallpapers and paintings make this room full of love left behind.

But if there's anything weird about it...

"Mister, isn't this room a little too big for a child?"

"Oh, this was originally my son and daughter-in-law's room, but—"

Seeing that the tone of the old man who walked into the room first was a bit more miserable, Maca shook his head immediately - needless to say, he could guess a little bit about the situation.

"Well, let's talk about this later! Let me see the child first."

As he spoke, he took two quick steps, and came to the side of the bed under the nervous sight of the old man.

In fact, when he offered to see a doctor for the old man's granddaughter just now, the old man was much more nervous than now. After all, although he had the courage to call Maca up, his performance after that showed that he was still very disturbed in his heart.

He regards his granddaughter as more important than his own life.

And when Maca stood still by the bed and looked at the little girl who was lying under the quilt, the old man couldn't help but take a step forward.

Maca didn't pay much attention to the old man's vigilance and worry, and he just lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's face.

Well, it's no wonder the old man is so nervous about this granddaughter. Maca took a look and found that this is indeed a very cute child.

Judging from her age, she should be about nine years old, her slender eyes are closed tightly, and her small mouth has a curve that looks like a smile even when she is sleeping, even though a fine layer of pimples has appeared on her forehead due to illness. beads of sweat.

Maybe it was a little hard to breathe, her chest moved the quilt up and down, and she was slightly panting.

Maca looked at it, stretched out his palm to touch the little girl's body, and then nodded involuntarily.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a simple fever... As you said before, it should be because of being frightened."

But Maca didn't mention that the child's body temperature is not low at the moment, if it continues like this,

Just having a fever can be problematic.

Of course, he didn't need to talk about such trivial matters.

"Wait a minute, I will prepare a medicine for her, and she will be fine after drinking it in a while."

While speaking, Maca wiped the little girl's forehead lightly, helping her wipe off the greasy layer of sweat on it. And the slight coldness in his palm also gently brushed over his forehead and cheeks.

Just like this, the old man who was staring at the little granddaughter next to him saw that his heavy breathing gradually calmed down in a blink of an eye, and his slightly wrinkled brows relaxed immediately.

Perhaps it was the coolness that made the little girl named "Xue Li" feel a lot more comfortable, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider.

"Borrow this table."

Maca was talking, and without waiting for the old man to agree, he turned around and walked to the small desk by the wall, and then directly took out various bottles and cans from his waist.

No way, although there is no difference in appearance between Muggles and wizards, their physique will change due to the activation of magic power. It can be said that wizards and Muggles were exactly the same until the magic of the little wizards went crazy, but after that, things changed very quickly.

Therefore, potions can be used by Muggles, but they need to be increased or decreased according to their constitution. It is not a potion master who has done research in this area, generally speaking, it is impossible to handle it.

But Maca has long been experienced in treating Muggles, and now it is just a nourishing potion to improve one's own resistance. It really doesn't take much effort.

However, the process by which wizards concoct potions must have seemed highly suspicious to most Muggles. Even though Maca is only being prepared with ready-made potions and prepared materials at the moment, the appearance of pouring several liquids of different colors makes the old man feel worried.

Fortunately, Maca's performance just now had made the old man feel at ease, so even though he was still worried and hesitant inside, at least it didn't show on the surface.

He always kept in mind that the young man in front of him was a "wizard" he had only seen in books!

"All right."

Maca didn't even use fire to concoct the potion this time, so the scene was actually pretty good—well, at least there wasn't much eye-catching medicine mist in this cozy room.

"This... oh, her name is 'Shirley', right?"

"yes."

The old man was startled, then nodded quickly.

Maca also nodded slightly, and then returned to the side of the bed, gently patted the little Xueli who was still asleep.

"Wake up...Little Xueli?" After calling softly, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, turned around and said, "By the way, is she afraid of being born, do you want to feed her?"

Looking at the milk-like liquid in the small glass beaker in Maca's hand, the old man couldn't help but wonder:

"Oh! Okay, okay...uh, this medicine... how to use it?"

Before Maca could reply, Little Xueli had already woken up. And when she opened her dim eyes and saw a stranger she didn't seem to know standing beside the bed, her first reaction was to shrink into the quilt.

However, Maca's appearance can be said to be quite gentle, and he looks younger than his actual age in this life—otherwise, the old man would not have decided to invite him into the house to "give a go" at first. "Are.

Therefore, when the little girl saw his appearance clearly, she suddenly stopped shrinking down again, and only half covered her face, revealing a pair of sapphire-like eyes, silently looking at him.

"Little Shirley, right? My brother has some cool milk here, do you want some?"

For a child who is only nine years old, having a fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention that this little girl still has a serious fever. To be honest, it was good that she didn't get burnt out, even the chill that Maca gave her just now played a part.

Of course, people with a fever usually can't drink cold things, unless they drink the "fake milk" in Maca's hands.

"milk?"

Little Shirley covered her mouth under the quilt and asked muffledly, her words were a little unclear. And when she saw that there didn't seem to be much liquid in the beaker, she blinked her eyes, as if she was a little puzzled.

"Why...just a little?"

As she was speaking, she subconsciously raised her slightly heavy head, and glanced at Grandpa hesitantly.