The medicine was personally fetched by Song Wei, and upon returning, Song Fang wasted no time and immediately washed the medicine pot and placed it on the stove to brew.
When Wen Wan was three, she drank a lot of bitter herbal concoctions due to a high fever and was no longer afraid of bitterness. However, this medication made her wrinkle her brow instantly; no matter how hard she tried, she could not swallow it and kept wanting to spit it out.
It was truly too bitter, more bitter than all the medicines she had ever taken combined.
Seeing her suffer, Song Wei felt compassion but knew he could not indulge her at such a moment; otherwise, it would all be for naught.
"Wanwan, don't be afraid. Close your eyes and swallow it all at once, it'll be fine."
Hearing Song Wei's voice, Wen Wan slowly eased her tightly furrowed brows, cleared her mind of all thoughts, regarded the bitter medicine as plain water, and with a gulp, drank it all down.
