Captain Jia applied the Watermelon Frost spray all day.
The next day, he stood before the bathroom mirror, sticking out his tongue to inspect it.
The results were a pleasant surprise—the canker sore that had tormented him for over a month had shrunk by more than half. The ghastly white ulcer had turned a faint pink, and the glaring red swelling around it had subsided considerably.
"This stuff actually works?" he muttered to himself as he unscrewed the small porcelain bottle of Watermelon Frost, dipped a bamboo stick in, and gently applied a little more to the sore.
This time, there was only a slight sting as the powder touched the ulcer, nowhere near as unbearable as it had been the day before.
At breakfast, for the first time in ages, he drank a large bowl of hot congee and even dared to eat the spicy pickled cabbage his wife had made.
His wife watched in astonishment as her husband wolfed down his food. "Is that medicine really so miraculous?"
