Although the door was closed as soon as they entered, Ding Anguo's voice was not something a small wooden door could block. Ding Anmin had prepared in advance and managed to subdue him.
Ding Anguo vigorously shook his head, trying to shake off the hand covering his mouth and nose, but failed.
"If you don't let go, he'll suffocate." Yi Roujing reminded with amusement.
"Don't shout." Ding Anmin instructed as she released her hand, and Ding Anguo took a deep breath, coming back to life.
"You went to the deep mountains." Ding Anguo stated with certainty, "I didn't expect there to be ginseng on our mountains. Some families have accidentally encountered Lingzhi, but this is the first time I've heard of ginseng."
"Honestly, were the fever and anti-inflammatory medicines really given to someone else?" Ding Anguo was a bit worried. Getting injured in the deep mountains was quite common, and in the house, he seemed to vaguely smell blood.
