After finishing the medicinal porridge, Leng Zhan brought in the decoction he had brewed. It wasn't just the anesthetic soup, but also a bowl of herbal medicine for internal injuries. Seeing this, Aran instantly wanted to dive under the covers and stay there.
"Xiao Jiu, finish this early so you can heal faster. Or would you rather lie in bed for the rest of your life?" Leng Zhan said, holding the bowls.
"Why do I have to drink so much? Second Brother, with your brilliant medical skills, why can't you turn these herbs into pills for me? The medicine is so bitter, and there are two huge bowls of it—isn't this going to kill me?" Aran complained.
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