Chapter 954

If Ava really took anything on the list, her condition would deteriorate. No one could tell what would happen at that point. Frank crumpled the prescription list right then and threw it into a nearby trash can. "No, you can't let her drink it. It'd just make your daughter's illness worse!" "What?" Brenda was left stunned. "Pfft—" Jim snickered nearby, and pointed at Ava, who was still crying herself hoarse in Brenda's arms, shaking his head and smiling. "Grandpa, that's your mentor? Have you gotten senile? The girl's clearly having a cold with her intermittent coughs and stiffened vessels. And see how she keeps touching her neck? Her throat is affected too—there's no question that it's a cold, and a serious one at that." He paused for a moment to laugh. "And that man is saying it's a heat condition? That's your mentor, Grandpa? Are you kidding me?" "Huh…" Abel actually agreed with his grandson, as he could not see what made Frank diagnose the girl with a heat illness. "Where di