Before long, a bowl of some unknown liquid was ready.
The old man carried the porcelain bowl to the bedside, propped up Ling Chen's neck with one hand, then brought the bowl to his lips and said, "Drink up, this stuff is good for your injuries."
Ling Chen wrinkled his brow slightly at the pungent smell emanating from the bowl and asked, "What kind of medicine is this?"
Although the old man before him had saved him, he didn't let his guard down. Being cautious never hurts, no matter the situation.
"This is a traditional remedy; rest assured, I have no reason to harm you. If I wanted to harm you, why would I bother saving you? Just drink it quickly."
Hearing this, Ling Chen thought it made sense, and without further hesitation, he braved the assault on his taste buds and downed the unknown medicinal liquid.
As the medicine went down his throat, Ling Chen immediately felt his head grow heavy and he drifted off to sleep. It wasn't long before he fell into a deep slumber.
