After returning home with the herbs, Lu Miao personally stood by the stove to cook them.
Peeling off the bandage on her hand, the wound she had cut last night had turned white, but it had yet to heal completely.
She couldn't help but tsk. Her body was already weak, and after extracting the power from the source, it was even more so.
Even the healing speed of her wound was so slow. She took out a silver dagger and cut the wound again. The deep red blood dripped into the cooked soup.
Ordinary throat problems would be cured after taking this prescription once.
Gu Ziheng's situation was special. The poison should have completely destroyed his vocal cords and it had been delayed for too long.
If she wanted to cure the disease, she had to use human blood as a primer to make the medicine work.
