"No wonder I've been feeling so irritable and moody these past few days, turns out it's that time of the month!" Gu Youyou murmured to herself, propping up her chin with one hand.
Her stomach didn't hurt as much as last night, but she still felt uncomfortable all over.
It was all due to her poor constitution.
She had prescribed herself some herbal remedies to regulate her system.
"Sister Youyou, you've been out of sorts since this morning, and now you're muttering to yourself, are you feeling unwell?" Qin Changlin brought over the new ink and brushes, making the brush hairs as small as Gu Youyou had requested. Seeing that she looked a bit off, he casually asked.
He replaced the large wolf-hair brush that Doctor Zhou had been using, planning to clean it and put it away.
Gu Youyou looked at the brush in her hand; it was the fine-tipped one she had wanted, which made it easier to write smaller characters and save paper.
