Li Ang went to the supervision building to report to Sacrificial Officer Chen Danqiu. Dr. Su Feng, hearing the news, hurried over and was immediately assailed by a pungent odor upon entering the room. He mumbled in disbelief, "Haotian above, what is that smell?"
"Medicine."
Chen Danqiu's face was taut, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching slightly. He gently swirled his palm, summoning a continuous breeze to clear the room of the rich and pungent smell of allicin.
"What sort of medicine has such a strong odor?"
Su Feng covered his nose, his expression exceedingly odd.
Li Ang, already somewhat accustomed to the scent, calmly said, "Garlic."
"Garlic?"
Su Feng raised an eyebrow, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. He pinched a test tube, lifted it, and gazed at the light yellow, oil-like liquid inside. "This medicine... can it cure blood sores?"
"Perhaps it can."
