Yang Tianyi rushed back to the room with a servant following him with medicine and another with food. Since the medicine was supposed to be taken in an empty stomach, the servant with the bowl of stinky herbs walked over.
Even the smell didn't feel pleasant from a distance.
Chen Ming frowned as he looked at the bowl with a hateful expression on his face.
If anything he disliked in his entire life, it was the bitter taste of the medicines. Of course, in his world, there were many meds that even tasted sweet, but even a little bit of bitterness made him feel nauseous.
But this time…. The medicine he was facing was that of the ancient world, the one that was the mere definition of bitterness.
He really didn't want to eat that thing. Even its smell was enough to make him nauseous. He feared if he ate it, he would probably end up puking his stomach acid right in front of this person.
