"You hear how spirited she sounds," Qin Ye said, "you know it's nothing serious. Start with this spray first!"
"What's this?" Rong Wenming looked at the item in her hand; there was nothing on the outside, so he couldn't tell what it was.
"It's for treating the kind of injury my mom has. Just spray it on, about six or seven times a day. Do it like this," Rong Yan demonstrated for the two of them.
"I can handle this. From now on, I'll do it myself. But daughter... what kind of medicine is this, and why does it smell so awful?" She sniffed, and it was really foul and overpowering.
"This spray is a bit pungent, but it works really well. I estimate that if you spray it a few more times, by tonight, your foot won't hurt as much. The swelling should go down the day after tomorrow."
Madam Rong's eyes lit up when she heard about the quick results.
"Really? That's great!" As long as the medication works, she could tolerate the bad smell.
