Yang Chuxia also said, "Just holding it in the mouth without swallowing, there won't be any vomiting."
After another half an hour, Yang Chuxia gave him the second dose of medicine.
"Is this the antidote Uncle made?" Lele asked.
"Yes, give it to him for seven consecutive days."
Seven days later
With the last half bowl of medicine fed, Yangyang and Lele looked at Ye Zi'an with anticipation.
After a long while, Yangyang asked impatiently, "Mother, why is there still no reaction from father? Doesn't he remember his Little Second anymore?"
Yang Chuxia also looked blankly at Ye Zi'an, who still sat there; she didn't know what was going on either.
In fact, she'd been pondering this very question over the past few days; Brother An hadn't shown any response even after several days of medication, looking just as he did before, with no change in his complexion.
