Mo Sha carried in a tray, and on it was a light blue bowl.
"I made something for you." Mo Sha placed the tray on the table. He placed the bowl beside the table, supported her with one hand.
Sima You Yue saw the light blue soup in the bowl. She asked rather weakly, "What is this?"
"Something that will do you good." As Mo Sha spoke, he placed the bowl beside her lips.
Sima You Yue drank the liquid in the bowl as he fed it to her. After drinking it, a light taste lingered in her mouth. Her vertigo had already subsided quite a fair bit.
"What was that?" She asked again when she felt that her head had cleared up quite a bit.
"Medicine in a bowl." Mo Sha said, "You should rest up first."
After saying that, he took the bowl out.
On the second day, Mo Sha brought in a bowl of red liquid. On the third day, he gave her a bowl of green medicine. On the fourth day, the medicine was much more normal. It was a bowl of medicinal white liquid.
