"Ordinary people can barely take even one dose of these medicines," Yan Daoxin replied. After speaking, he realized Zhu Yu's intention in asking him this.
Even if both chose to stay, the danger for Zhu Yu did not diminish in the slightest.
"How many doses have you taken?" Zhu Yu did not want Yan Daoxin to blame himself unduly, so she changed the topic and asked him directly.
No one in this world can foresee everything that is destined to happen. To fight against evil, one must inevitably face danger, and more often than not, under pressing circumstances, no one can genuinely produce a so-called "perfect plan" to solve the problem.
This was a truth she had understood in her past life.
"Four doses a day. After you were taken away, until Lu Qing and Lu Chao led people to capture those old witch's cronies, about three days passed, and they delivered me no more than fifteen bowls of medicine," Yan Daoxin answered.
