"Yes, and if it's a slow-acting poison, it can also delay the explosion of the poison." Liang Run closed the brocade box and then pushed it in front of Zhao Yao, "You did the right thing by giving this medicine to the Eighth Prince."
"This medicine is so amazing." Zhao Yao picked up the brocade box and tucked it into his arms, then looked at Liang Run and asked, "Uncle, is there more of this medicine?"
"I only have this one." Liang Run guessed Zhao Yao's little thoughts and said with a laugh, "For healthy people, taking this medicine is useless."
"Alright." Zhao Yao thought that since the medicine was so magical, he and his mother concubine should take one as well.
"This medicine is only useful for those who are unwell." Liang Run said, "You often tell me your older brother is unwell, so I asked for this medicine from the Miao doctor."
"So that's why." Zhao Yao said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle." For the Eighth Brother's birthday, he decided to give him this medicine.
