"Can't you drink a little less?" Wang Xinying blinked her eyes and spoke.
"You're not afraid the medicine is too bitter to drink, are you?" Yin Xiaofan saw right through Wang Xinying's little scheme and said with a laugh. "Good medicine tastes bitter. If you want your condition to improve, you must persist. Besides, I can tell you this is just the beginning. The medicine you'll take later on will get even more bitter, so you'd better mentally prepare yourself."
"Ah!" Hearing Yin Xiaofan's words, Wang Xinying became instantly dismayed.
Such bitter medicine was already a torture for her once a day, but now she was to drink it three times a day? She wondered if they still wanted her to live.
"Can I add some rock sugar?" Wang Xinying said pitifully.
"Only put in one piece; no more," Yin Xiaofan said helplessly.
"Okay, I'll go tell Sister Liu right away." Hearing Yin Xiaofan's agreement, Wang Xinying smiled and ran into the kitchen.
