Yi Roujing opened the medicine pack that hadn't been decocted yet. Generally, people can't recognize processed traditional Chinese medicine, but this didn't stump Yi Roujing. After identifying the types of herbs inside, Yi Roujing chuckled with annoyance.
"Who prescribed the medicine?"
Xia Xingchen was stumped by Yi Roujing's question and, after thinking for a while, said, "It should be Doctor Qiu."
"Should be?" Ding Anmin asked incredulously, "You don't even know who prescribed the medicine yet you dare to drink it recklessly."
"I've been drinking it all along, I..."
"Is there a problem?" Ding Anmin looked at Yi Roujing and asked. At this moment, she didn't doubt that Yi Roujing knew her stuff.
"Medicine is three parts poison. Even generally healthy people, who drink it over the years, can develop problems, let alone someone as weak as you." Yi Roujing said, "Let alone this medicine you've been drinking."
