The faint scent of medicinal herbs lingered in her nose. Mo Yan's nostrils twitched, finding the smell very familiar. Tilting her head in thought, she finally remembered how last year, when she went to the mountains in search of the Red Python and got injured by thorns, he had brought her a jar of ointment in the middle of the night—it was the same scent, wasn't it?
Speaking of which, that ointment was truly extraordinary. The last time she was hurt, she had applied it twice and was left with only faint red spots. Knowing such an ointment was rare, she saved the remaining half of the jar in the Space for emergencies. The Space had a preserving function, so she wasn't worried about the medicinal properties evaporating or expiring. This time, since she saw the wound wasn't particularly serious, she decided to just rinse it with Spirit Spring Water and apply ordinary medicine to heal, even though it would take a bit longer. She didn't use that jar of ointment.
