Taihua tilted her head back and downed the slightly bitter medicinal soup, wrinkling her nose in disdain. She put the bowl on the table, displeased, and said, "Are you sure you didn't poison me, kid? What is this stuff anyway? Why is it so bitter? Is Shanghang Jian getting more foolish as he gets older? Go back and tell him to make the medicine again."
She leaned against the hospital bed, her right hand still connected to an IV drip, and the liquid in the medicine bag was actually golden.
Huai Yin peeled an apple for her and said with a glare, "Is this really the time for you to keep up that temper? Old Man Shang retired decades ago, and it took me personally going over to drag him here. It's said that a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. If you keep this up, he might just bash his head against the wall in the little dark room."
"Rest assured, there's nothing wrong with this medicine, Old Man Lin from Laojun Mountain personally tested it."
