After returning to the inn, the waiter who had just laid down came in with a bowl of medicine.
"It was really scary just now. Such a huge energy storm. I wonder which old monster is staying in the inn?"
Wiping his sweat, he closed the door and placed the medicine bowl on the table, then poured himself a bowl of water.
"I can finally rest for a while!"
Gulp gulp gulp.
He poured himself two bowls of water in a row, picked up the medicine bowl, and poured the medicine soup on the ground.
"Sigh, a dead person still wants me to feed him medicine? Dream on."
Without even looking at the bed, the waiter picked up the medicine bowl, turned around, and left.
On the bed, Li Mu frowned.
Feed me?
"Did you actually give the medicine to that person?"
Soon, the manager's question came from downstairs.
"Yes!"
The shop assistant said lazily.
"Did you apply the medicine onto his body?"
"Yes!"
