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A bowl of black, foul-smelling Chinese medicine, the mere smell of which was almost enough to induce vomiting.
Lu Fengxuan recognized several detoxifying herbs within, though the dosage was low, adopting an approach of gradual internal adjustment to slowly clear the residual poison from his body.
She pinched her nose and brought the medicine bowl over to him.
Yu Chiyin took the medicine bowl and, seemingly unfazed, downed it in one go. Setting down the bowl, he was met with a gaze from Lu Fengxuan that shifted from shock to admiration.
"Isn't it bitter?" she exclaimed, genuinely surprised. She had thought he would be reluctant and put up a fuss before agreeing to drink it.
Not even furrowing his brow, Yu Chiyin said, "Bitterness can become tolerable. Drink enough, and it naturally won't bother you."
"Wow, tough!" Lu Fengxuan praised while reaching into her pocket, pulling out a piece of fruit hard candy, and tearing off the wrapper.
