Just as she was deep in thought, Shopkeeper Zhao entered the room, holding a bowl of medicine in his hands. Elder Yu felt a twinge of hesitation as he stared at the dark black liquid. But in the end, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
A cooling sensation slowing flowed down his throat, giving him an indescribably comfortable feeling. As if his mouth was completely filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums, gently lubricating his throat...
The minutes and seconds rolled on…
Elder Yu could feel his throat making a gradual yet obvious recovery. He could already feel the moisture in the walls of his throat — a sensation he never had since his injury…
"Little girl, this medicine is too miraculous. This old man admits his defeat!" Elder Yu smacked his lips and praised glowingly, "May I ask, who taught you such great medical skills?"
"My master prefers to live in anonymity, I cannot reveal his name so casually."
