The aunt quickly bowed and left.
Inside the room, An Yin pouted, feeling sullen.
"Come over and drink this bowl of medicine."
The young girl stood there defiantly, and Bao Shaojin certainly knew she was sulking.
An Yin, in the midst of her anger, couldn't believe her ears when she heard Bao Shaojin, looking at him incredulously, "I'm not sick, why should I drink medicine?"
Has this man lost his mind? An Yin thought to herself.
"Forgot when I took you to Second Uncle's last time?" Bao Shaojin reminded.
Second Uncle? Didn't we just visit a temple? An Yin mumbled softly. Later, his Second Uncle even took her pulse...
"He only took my pulse once, right?" An Yin raised her chin, her voice faintly guilty.
Bao Shaojin's eyes were dark, hiding his slight displeasure, he finally said, "The diagnosis is that you're very weak, starting today, you have to drink herbal medicine once a week."
