"Go and boil a pot of mung bean soup immediately, and find some licorice root."
Shen Qing made a prompt decision, then caught sight of the moldy highland barley cakes piled by the earthen stove. "All of these cakes must be thrown out. In the future, make sure all grain is dried before storage."
As dusk fell, the sick child finally coughed up a few mouthfuls of black phlegm, and the abdominal pain eased slightly.
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