Chapter 1310

This is a rather warm room.

Even if it is still at night, the darkness before dawn is certainly not as warm as the sun, but the exquisite layout, some wallpapers and hanging paintings filled with childlike fun make the room full of love left.

But I have to say something strange

"Old gentleman, is this room a little too big for a child?"

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

Seeing that the old man who walked into the room first had a slightly more sad tone, Maka immediately shook her head - needless to say, he could guess something.

"Well, I'll talk about it later. Let me see the children first."

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

In fact, when he offered to see the granddaughter of the old man just now, the old man was much more nervous than he is now. After all, although he had the courage to greet Maka, his performance after that showed that his heart was still very uneasy.

He regarded his granddaughter as much more important than his life.

When Marca stood by the bed and looked at the little girl lying in the quilt, the old man couldn't help taking a step forward.

Maka didn't care much about the old man's vigilance and worry. She saw him look down at the girl's face.

Well, no wonder the old man was so nervous about his granddaughter. Maka saw it and found that it was indeed a very lovely child.

Looking at her age, she should be about nine years old. Her slender eyes are closed and her small mouth has an arc like a smile even when she is asleep, even if a layer of fine sweat has floated on her forehead because of illness.

Maybe it was a little hard to breathe. Her chest drove the quilt up and down, and she was slightly asthmatic.

Maka looked, then stretched out her palm to explore the little girl's body, and then nodded.

"No big deal, just a simple fever... As you said before, it should be because of being frightened."

But Maka didn't mention that the child's temperature is not low at present. If it goes on like this, just a fever will go wrong.

Of course, he doesn't have to say such a small thing.

"Wait a minute. I'll prepare a medicine for her. She'll be fine after drinking it."

While talking, Maka gently wiped the little girl's forehead and helped her wipe off the wet sweat. And the slight cold in his palm also quietly brushed on his forehead and cheeks.

Just for a moment, the old man staring at his little granddaughter saw that his heavy breath gradually calmed down in the twinkling of an eye, and his slightly wrinkled eyebrows immediately stretched out.

Maybe the coolness made the little girl named "Shirley" feel much more comfortable, and the radian of her mouth became larger.

"Borrow this table."

As Maka was saying this, without waiting for the old man to promise, she turned and walked to the small desk next to the wall, and then took out all kinds of bottles and cans directly from her waist.

No way, although Muggles and wizards have no difference in appearance, their physique will change because of the activity of magic. It can be said that before the little wizards' magic rampage, wizards and Muggles were exactly the same, but they will change soon after that.

Therefore, magic drugs can be used for Muggles, but they need to be increased or decreased according to their constitution. It's not a magician who has studied this field. Generally speaking, he can't do it.

But Maka has long had the experience of treating Muggles. Now she is only equipped with a nourishing agent to improve her resistance. It really doesn't take much effort.

However, the process of making magic potions by wizards must be very suspicious to most Muggles. Even though Maka is only mixing with ready-made drugs and prepared materials, the appearance of pouring several liquids with different colors can not help but make the old man worried.

Fortunately, Maka's performance just now has made the old man a little relieved, so even if he is still worried and hesitant, at least it doesn't show on the surface.

He always remembered that the young man in front of him was a "Wizard" he had only seen in books!

"All right."

Maka didn't even use fire to make magic medicine this time, so the scene was actually good - well, at least there wasn't much eye-catching medicine mist steam in this warm and full room.

"Well... Oh, is her name Shirley?"

"Yes."

The old man was stunned, and then quickly nodded his head.

Marca nodded slightly, then returned to the bed and patted little Shirley who was still sleeping.

"Wake up... Little Shirley?" after a soft call, he suddenly seemed to think of something. He turned back and said, "by the way, she's afraid of life. Do you want to feed her?"

Looking at the liquid like milk in the small glass beaker in Maka's hand, the old man couldn't help wondering:

"Oh! OK, ok... Er, how does this medicine... Work?"

Before Marca answered, little Shirley woke up. When she opened her hazy eyes and saw a stranger standing by the bed who she didn't seem to know, her first reaction was to shrink into the quilt.

However, Maka's appearance is actually quite mild and looks younger than his actual age in his life - otherwise, the old man would not have decided to invite him into the house at first.

Therefore, when the little girl saw what he looked like, she suddenly stopped shrinking again, only half covered her face and showed a pair of sapphire eyes to look at him silently.

"Little Shirley, right? Brother, there's some cool milk here. Would you like to drink some?"

For a nine year old child, fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention the little girl's burning. To be honest, it's good that she didn't get confused. Even the cool breath that Marca gave her just now played a part.

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

"Milk?"

Little Shirley put her mouth under the quilt and asked stiffly. Her mouth was a little unclear. When she saw that the liquid in the beaker didn't seem to be much, she blinked, as if she was a little puzzled.

"Why... Just a little?"

Just then, she subconsciously lifted her slightly heavy head and looked at her grandfather with some hesitation.