Chen Meng'er quickly filled the prescription. Originally, the antidote that Chen Meng'er had developed was a large pill. But now that Ah Biao was unconscious, administering that was a problem. So, Chen Meng'er made them into smaller pills. Then, she put them into a small porcelain bottle.
"Auntie Minzhu, just feed the pills in this bottle to Uncle Ah Biao." Chen Meng'er handed the small porcelain bottle containing the pills to Jin Minzhu,
"Oh, okay. Meng'er, thank you." Jin Minzhu took the small porcelain bottle that Chen Meng'er handed over and almost burst into tears. If it wasn't for Chen Meng'er and the others arriving in time, Jin Minzhu would have lost her husband.
