Chen Yang often dealt with herbal medicine, so he was indifferent to this smell.
But Wang Hong was different. When she walked into the room and smelled the strong aroma of herbs, she was immediately choked and instinctively covered her nose.
"My daughter has been ill for many years and needs to take herbal medicine every day, so the smell in the room is a bit strong." Li Sihai noticed Wang Hong's discomfort and said.
"That's normal."
Chen Yang smiled and added to ease the awkwardness.
Entering the ward, the situation inside was straightforward.
A bed, surrounded by some tools for preparing herbal medicine, and nothing else.
A young woman with a weary expression and jaundiced skin lay on the hospital bed.
Next to the bed sat a woman who looked a few years older than Wang Hong.
At a glance, it was clear she was the woman's mother, Li Sihai's wife.
"Sihai, who is this?"
The woman saw Li Sihai bring Chen Yang into the room and immediately stood up.
