After dinner, Qi Yun went to the kitchen to prepare his medicinal soup.
Since the day of going to South Africa, he hadn't taken his medicine for more than twenty days. Although he felt no obvious change in his body, the "Inner Canon of Huangdi" said this formula should be taken daily. So if he could, he would definitely prefer to have a bowl every day.
Zhao Qing came in after tidying up the dishes and saw him putting herbs into the casserole, she tried to dissuade him, "Why don't... why don't you drink this tomorrow instead..."
Qi Yun suspiciously turned his head to look at her, "Hmm? What's the matter?"
Zhao Qing put down the dishes, clutched the towel in her hands, showed a somewhat awkward expression, and finally gave Qi Yun a fierce glare before turning to leave.
What did that mean? Qi Yun scratched his head, a bit puzzled.
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Elsewhere, inside a very ordinary residential building.
