In order to resolve his own case of food poisoning, Liu Zhao could only humble himself and ask for help.
Cui Ruyun raised an eyebrow, "Alright, then I'll order the kitchen to make it right now!"
Liu Zhao nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, please... please hurry, I can hardly take it anymore!"
If it weren't for the fear of being called a villain, the sight of Liu Zhao would've almost made Cui Ruyun want to laugh.
Five minutes later, more than a dozen bowls of red bean porridge were served in front of Liu Zhao and his group.
Steaming hot and scorching to the mouth.
They didn't care about the heat; they picked up the porridge and began to drink, indifferent even when their lips turned red from the heat.
A few minutes later, all of the red bean porridge was consumed cleanly.
Everyone shook their heads in resignation, feeling that Liu Zhao and his group were so driven by their pain that they would believe the words of this young doctor.
Could red bean porridge actually heal?
