"What are you still doing?" Doctor Zhou pointed to the hard couch at the side. "Put your wife there and lie down for a while. Let her drink the medicine after it's done. You can take the rest of the medicine back and boil it yourself tomorrow. Just boil one bowl."
"Doctor Zhou, will the medicinal properties be destroyed if licorice is added to the medicine?" Thinking about how his lover told him that the medicine was too bitter, Zhao Zhan couldn't help but ask, "If it doesn't destroy the medicinal properties, can you add a little more?"
"I know, I know. Your wife is a treasure. I'll grab some licorice and put it in now."
Zhao Zhan nodded repeatedly and carried Yue Jiaojiao to the side of the bed. He only opened the blanket a little and carefully held her in his arms.
There were so many people coming and going and lying on the beds in the hall every day that he could not bear to place his lover on them.
Half an hour passed.
