There was supposed to be a magic potion class on Thursday morning.
However, as a 'patient', Zheng Qing didn't need to worry about this at all.
Today, he didn't need to memorize complex and tongue-twisting potion formulas before class, nor did he have to wear deer-skin gloves to clean off the ants clinging to the aconite on the monkshood. Moreover, he didn't have to risk being in the building where labs could explode at any time.
This made him particularly cheerful when he woke up in the morning.
The bland breakfast provided by the hospital for the patients even tasted unusually sweet in his mouth.
The breakfast was very simple, a bowl of millet porridge, an egg, two soft slices of bread, and a small dish of appetizers.
