"The medicine's efficacy isn't an issue. After all, it was just melted down from a completed pill over a fire."
Qin Lin said slowly, "So, it just doesn't look very appealing. But if you drink it, it can still cure you."
"Of course, if you find it too unappetizing to swallow, that's fine. I can buy more herbs and refine another batch. It will just take a little more time."
"This concoction?" Su Yanran's brow furrowed as she stared at the black, sludgy liquid Lin Qingyue had poured into the bowl. If it had been a pill glowing with green light, I would have taken it without a second thought. But this black, sludgy stuff… what if it's not just useless, but poisonous? Who knows how good Qin Lin's medical skills really are? How can we trust his word alone without any scientific verification?
"There's no need for that."
Before anyone else could react, Lin Qingyue had already taken a spoon, scooped up the concoction, and drunk it all.
"Qingyue, you—"
