The air suddenly grew quiet.
Sun Zhe stared at Su Nanzhi's two tightly pressed, silk-clad legs and secretly gulped. "What's wrong with your legs?" he asked.
Seeing Sun Zhe staring at her legs, Su Nanzhi felt even more embarrassed and said softly, "I don't know why, but when I woke up this morning, my legs felt weak, and the soles of my feet hurt when I walked."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe frowned. He suddenly recalled a certain medicine, and his expression turned serious.
"Did you take your medicine last night? Is the pain in the arches of your feet?"
"Yes... it is."
Su Nanzhi nodded slightly, looking at Sun Zhe in confusion. "Is there something wrong with the medicine?"
Sun Zhe slapped his forehead. "I'm sorry, I forgot to warn you. Several of the herbs in that prescription are toxic. Although the mixture neutralizes the poison, drinking too much can still have side effects."
"The weakness in your legs and the pain in the soles of your feet are likely caused by those herbs."
