After her bath and changing into a fresh new set of clothes, Jun Wu Xie sat in the pharmacy as she held a tea cup in one hand while the other was writing down all the various names of herbs with fervour.
Jun Qing’s condition has stabilised but to return his condition to its peak, a lot of effort is needed, as such she was busy scribbling away all the medications needed.
To complement the medicine, she also wrote down the list of dishes to pair them with, to complement each other so as to nourish him and speed up the process.
A knocking the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Come in.”
The door creaked opened and there stood the same tall man who had been interrupting her all these while. She furrowed her eyebrows.
“If you’ve got something to say, spit it out now, or else just scram.” For people other than family, she does not pay any heed to the words used. She says whatever comes to mind without a care.