"Hmm," Muo Huangnian pulled a smile at the corner of his lips, "Let's go inside, it's very cold outside, and you can't afford to catch a cold now."
Duan Qingyi poured a large bowl of soup that had been simmering since seven in the morning and brought it out for Muo Huangnian to drink.
Actually, Muo Huangnian didn't really like drinking herbal medicine soup, especially because of its bitter taste, but when Duan Qingyi handed it to him, he still drank it.
Duan Qingyi wrote another prescription for Muo Huangnian, "Mr. Muo, have your bodyguard acquire these herbs according to the prescription and drink it every morning. It's good for your cough."
Muo Huangnian had been smoking heavily for years, often coughing, and had gotten used to it.
The young man handed over the paper with long white fingers, and Muo Huangnian reached out to take it, carefully folded it and put it in his pocket, with a faint smile, "Okay, I understand."
