Meng Xinian sat in the courtyard, puffing on a rolled cigarette.
He remembered how, an hour ago, after drinking the medicine, Chu Liang's complexion had gradually improved.
Chu Liang woke up.
It was a surprise for them.
Being awake was always better than being unconscious when it came to dealing with things.
He felt it was the effect of the Chinese medicine, because those Western medicine pills had not shown any improvement after an hour, but that bowl of bitter soup had quickly taken effect.
But how would the Chief Alliance Officer's Wife feed the medicine? Pills were easy to carry, but how could she sneak that bitter soup in?
Carrying a bowl of medicine over, anyone could smell it.
Chiang Xiao, however, said she would figure out a way.
Meng Xinian watched in the shadows as the frail little figure, like a kitten, deftly used the pillars as cover to stealthily approach that room.
