"You're the doctor by Molian's side, right? Get the medicine following the prescription, make no mistakes, then decoct it and bring it here," she ordered.
"Yes."
Jiang Zuo glanced at Lin Caisang, seeing her master's already receding complexion, swallowed all the words he wanted to say, and nodded.
...
After more than an hour, Lin Caisang sat beside Ya Molian's bed, waiting for him to wake up.
She had collected the silver needle back, Ya Molian's complexion had returned to normal, but there was still a knot in her heart. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her hand, all her thoughts filled with the poison in Ya Molian's body.
Suddenly, a warm hand touched her face.
She was startled and immediately opened her eyes. The next second, she was staring into Ya Molian's eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
"You're awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" she immediately grabbed his hand and asked nervously.
