Qin Youxuan was infected by the atmosphere and suddenly looked up at him.
"What do you mean? Does whether I have taken traditional Chinese medicine before have any connections to me getting sick this time? But I've had menstrual pain for a long time, and the hospital couldn't find any problems."
"It's fine, I just asked as a routine procedure, the harsh medicine Rui Hui gave you demands that we confirm whether you have taken any conflicting drugs." Diwu Zexuan lowered his gaze, answering lightly.
Only then did Qin Youxuan breathe a sigh of relief and leaned into Dan Hanjie's arms.
"I genuinely don't remember anything from when I was little, do I need to go to the hospital to examine my drug history or something?"
In her memory, her mother never seemed to have given her any traditional Chinese medicine.
If there was any, then it was probably in her dreams.
