Five minutes later, Tao Wu came over, carrying a wooden basin, holding his breath and suppressing the urge to vomit.
With a thud, he put the basin down and then turned around to take deep breaths of fresh air.
"Fuck! It's so damn smelly!"
He cursed inwardly, filled with sympathy for his boss, Tao Pinggui.
Just smelling it for a few seconds was unbearable for him, yet his boss had to eat it, that agony...
"Mister Mo, the Chinese medicine has almost finished brewing and can be taken at any time."
At this moment, Gui Ruyun reported as she walked out from the back door of the pharmacy, and upon entering, she instantly smelled a foul odor, "What's that smell? It's so foul..."
Tao Pinggui's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he looked at the wooden barrel with a complex expression.
If possible, he wished he could kick the barrel over, dust himself off, and leave, but then he thought of his illness...
