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Miao Dongjun chuckled coldly, looking at them he said, "You'd better think carefully. If you take the wrong medicine, your lives might not be spared."
The ten sick patients, upon hearing Miao Dongjun's words, hesitated again. Some lifted the Medicinal Liquid to their lips but then didn't dare to drink it.
Ling Feiyan was very persuasive. She picked up a bowl of Medicinal Liquid and drank it down with gulps, "Chu Yang's medicine will not be poisonous, and it won't harm you!"
"I have now drunk a bowl of the medicine. Do you see anything wrong with me?"
When the ten sick patients saw Ling Feiyan drink the Medicinal Liquid without any adverse reactions or danger, they felt a bit more at ease.
They gradually drank the Medicinal Liquid from their bowls.
Within minutes after the ten patients finished the Medicinal Liquid, they suddenly opened their eyes wide, dumbfounded, "Eh... my body isn't itching anymore... It's really not itching anymore..."
