The bitter medicine was a miracle medicine for the old village chief. He drank half of it in one go, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Village chief, after you drink this medicine, the high fever will be gone by tomorrow morning. You can hide the rest of the medicine secretly. When you drink half of it tomorrow and the next day, it should be enough to last until His Royal Highness returns," Gu Qingxue lowered her voice, she reminded the old village chief worriedly.
The old village chief was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He held the water bag excitedly, he did his best to bow and thank Gu Qingxue, "Doctor Gu, no matter what others say, I believe that you are right. I have the plague. I know my body better than anyone else. If it weren't for Lady Gu, we would have died long ago. We wouldn't have had the chance to live until now!"
