"Madam Song, is the medicine over there ready? Master asked me to bring it over."
The two of them were staring at each other when a young man hurried in.
Shen Yijia looked over and recognized that it was an apprentice beside the imperial physician. She slapped her forehead and ignored Xuanyuan Ye. She turned around to look at the medicine she had brewed.
Although they had all contracted the plague, every patient was infected to a different extent, so the amount of medicine they used was naturally different.
Seeing that it was about time, she poured out the medicinal juice from more than ten clay pots and handed them to the young man. "Alright, take them away."
"Thank you, Madam Song." The young man left with the medicine.
Shen Yijia refilled the medicine jar.
"Madam Song, let me help you." Auntie Liu leaned over. Without waiting for Shen Yijia to speak, she brought a ladle to help her add water.
