San Niang's heartfelt scenario of her lover tenderly feeding her medication had shifted to a stern-faced niece administering bitter pills, which might have been sweet despite their bitterness, but now were unbearably bitter, as bitter as sugared beans.
After scowling and drinking it, the previously forced "good complexion" collapsed completely, and as the effects of the medicine took hold, she soon drifted into a deep sleep.
Xia Chichi slightly tapped into the Rejuvenation Technique to sense the effectiveness of the medicine. Observing its ability to regenerate blood and flesh, she nodded and sat beside Zhao Changhe, "It looks like she's truly saved. The medicine you formulated is potent, Doctor Zhao. Was Tang Wanju cured by these skills of yours?"
Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth, wondering why the conversation had shifted to Tang Wanju again.
