In the dimly lit room, the air was heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs, and the atmosphere was tense as Midwife Lee presented the bitter concoction to Xu Feng.
The silver haired ger understood the necessity of drinking the remedy for the sake of his unborn children, but the taste and smell were beyond disgusting—not as bitter as he thought it would be, but fairly rank.
As Midwife Lee handed the bowl to Xu Feng, a temporary hush fell over the room. The pregnant ger, fueled by pride, insisted on managing the task himself.
"Don't drink too quickly."
The room held its breath as Xu Feng gulped down the concoction. Surprisingly, the bitterness wasn't as overpowering as expected, adding a twist to the anticipated tension in the air.
As the first sip touched his lips, Xu Feng's expression shifted.
