Su Wenxiu felt highly tense after such a busy afternoon because he could not make mistakes whenever handing out medicine to the patients. Even so, he did not feel tired.
Su Binglan noticed his expression and smiled, "You've gone through the wringer the whole afternoon, Second Brother. Don't you feel tired?"
Su Wenxiu was puzzled. "No, I'm not. Are you? You didn't rest the entire afternoon."
Su Binglan packed the herbs and said smilingly, "I'm alright. I'm in a good mood after helping so many people."
She was the person who Su Wenxiu admired most. "Your medical skills are outstanding, so you can help many people. Also, I feel like the medicinal herbs you prepared are magical. I've never seen anyone prepare medicine like you."
He learned more and more from his sister while constantly researching and studying daily. He thought his sister's prescriptions were bold, but the effects were always better.
