The operating room in the dead of night.
Zuzi lined up several pieces of tender white lotus roots on the sterile fabric of the surgical table.
Like a little girl playing with matches or building blocks, she observed Xi Rubao's arms and calves, adjusting the position of the lotus roots.
What on earth is this middle schooler doing?
A group of directors with graying hair, their foreheads filled with endless little question marks.
"Ah, it's been a long time since I did this, I'm a bit rusty." Zuzi put her hand on her forehead and suddenly sighed delicately, "I forgot to get the Lotus Leaf Dew."
The dewdrops on the lotus leaf are the essence, indispensable.
Fortunately, Wei Yang outside the door heard this and, like a magician, immediately pulled out two fresh lotus leaves from his backpack, with droplets still glistening: "Miss Xi, do you need this? I originally brought it back to make Lotus Leaf Tea, but if you need it, please use it."
