Gu Chaoyan glanced at the refugees.
There were too many people gathered in the room. Those refugees simply had nowhere else to go, so in winter, what they could do was to gather around here, but that would not work. A cold was infectious, and when the group gathered, even those with few problems that got cured after taking some medicine, would continue to get infected after staying in this environment. That was why the medicine would not work, thought Gu Chaoyan inwardly.
Li Yuanxiang hesitated as she saw Gu Chaoyan shaking her head. She asked, "Is it because of my medicine?"
Gu Chaoyan checked out Li Yuanxiang's medicine.
It was indeed medicine for the cold, nothing was wrong.
Gu Chaoyan shook her head. "It's not the medicine, but the surroundings."
The surroundings?
Li Yuanxiang was confused. She had no idea what she meant.
