C910 The Herbalist

"Grandpa, will the big brother die?" Little Bao asked innocently, watching his grandpa grind medicine.

If Ruan Qingge were here, she would recognize Little Bao as the child she chased on the mountain.

Mr. Huo paused his grinding, set down the pestle, and placed his aged hand on his grandson's head. "Little Bao, life and death are natural laws we all must face