For three whole days, Song Xiaodong's progress wasn't much, the main issue being the combination of various medicines, which he still hadn't mastered. The ginseng of older years indeed differed greatly in effectiveness from ginseng of ordinary years.
Without finding a perfectly balanced combination, the medicine concocted would not be successful.
But he had already used up almost half of these three precious herbs, which made Song Xiaodong's heart ache, yet there was no other way, as such matters required constant trying.
That evening, after dinner, everyone was together snacking when Song Xiaoru suddenly massaged her chest and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Sister Xiaoru, what's wrong?" Miao Xuanxuan immediately asked.
"I feel a bit uncomfortable," Song Xiaoru glanced at Song Xiaodong before saying indifferently.
Song Xiaodong suddenly remembered something and said nervously, "Sister, is your chest hurting?"
