It was unknown if it was because she was affected by Su Xiaoxiao's words or because she was shocked by Su Xiaoxiao's aura, but Aunt Fu didn't retort.
When Su Xiaoxiao brought two white pills and a spoonful of warm water to her mouth, she swallowed them cooperatively.
"That's more like it."
Su Xiaoxiao put down her cup in satisfaction.
She had been a little agitated just now not only because she was angry at the patient for not fighting for her life, but also because she thought of Father Su, who had been separated from Madam Chen since he returned from the escort mission. He had yet to walk out of the trauma from back then.
There was also herself. She would never be able to return to the twenty-first century alive. In that world, she was a dead woman.
Su Xiaoxiao wasn't someone who would stay immersed in negative emotions. She was very good at adjusting.
She quickly returned to the topic. "Aren't you going to ask what I gave you?"
