It was fate.

"Xiao de, quickly come and kowtow to our benefactor. If not for our benefactor's miraculous hands, who knows how long your illness would have dragged on." After a while, the shopkeeper finally calmed down a little and pulled his grandson to kowtow to Ling Chuxi.

"Shopkeeper Lin, there's no need to be like this. Xiaode has just recovered from a serious illness and his body is weak. Just let him lie down. You should first wipe him down, and remember not to throw away the water that he has used. Then, make some porridge for him." Ling Chuxi quickly reached out to stop the shopkeeper.

"Yes, yes, I'll go boil some water and make some porridge." Seeing how easily Ling Chuxi had cured his grandson's illness, the shopkeeper simply respected her as if she were a God. He did not dare to underestimate her anymore and quickly went to the kitchen after he finished speaking.