Beisitian turned her head to look at him, a trace of doubt flashed through her clear eyes.
Zhou Jiren met those eyes that seemed to see through the human heart, and smiled slightly, "Anti-inflammatory drugs should not be used casually; while they work quickly, their side effects can be quite significant. They must be prescribed according to the patient's conditions."
Beisitian nodded to herself, indeed, she heard that Western medicine acts quickly, sometimes a few pills are enough to be effective, but the side effects are also considerable.
Upon hearing Zhou Jiren's explanation, the trace of doubt in her heart dissipated.
"The injured one is my younger brother, a child," Beisitian informed truthfully.
Zhou Jiren handed the medicine over to Beisitian, "Younger brother?"
"Yes."
