"Medicinal ointment," Xia Ye responded nonchalantly, "Apply it to the bruised area three times a day, and it should heal within a week."
If she hadn't mentioned it, Xu He would have forgotten about the bruise on her arm.
She looked down at the small, hand-ground ointment in her hand.
Others might find it odd, but she did not.
That's because her Little Tiangao had always liked tinkering with such things since childhood.
Who could imagine a child of merely three years old, with soft, white little hands that could barely open wide, covered in the juice of herbs, seriously and carefully tinkering with them?
It was incredibly cute.
In her memories, Little Tiangao had made her remedies for back pain and also for her husband's toothache.
How could a child truly know how to make medicine, but it was this filial heart that touched her and her husband deeply.
Moreover, it turned out that mood really does have a great effect on pain.
