Don't mention it; he didn't know if it was an illusion or just a psychological effect, but after drinking half a cup of water, that stifling feeling in his chest disappeared.
This Ganoderma water is good stuff.
Uncle Huo was convinced of this fact, and his appreciation for Chiang Xiao's generosity grew.
By the time the aunt brought in a man who knew a bit about medicine, Uncle Huo already felt completely fine and even stood up to walk around a bit.
"Brother, you scared me to death. What happened? Weren't you going to move that ancient tea tree?"
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Uncle Huo's spirits visibly dimmed, and he shook his head with a heavy sigh. Waving his hand, he was so downcast that he momentarily couldn't speak.
The man who followed in—the one who had run over to call for help earlier—blurted out: "That's just a dead tree!"
"What? A dead tree?"
Hu Xibing was also startled.