Ling Chen took the glass and looked at the pills Zhu Xiaozhu had handed him, jokingly said, "You're a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, why have you switched to Western medicine?"
"Although traditional Chinese medicine can treat the root cause, it takes a longer time. You have a martial arts competition tomorrow, of course, you need fast-acting Western medicine. You know medicine too, don't you understand this?"
"I'm just an amateur compared to you." Ling Chen replied with a smile, then popped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with the boiled water in his glass. After swallowing the pills, Ling Chen smacked his lips, feeling the boiled water surprisingly sweet, as if it were well water, and couldn't help but drink a few more sips, quickly finishing the cup.
Seeing Ling Chen drink the entire cup of water, a faint smile appeared on Zhu Xiaozhu's delicate face.
"What are you smiling about?" Ling Chen noticed the smile on her face and asked.
