"It seems like a bottle of ointment, but there's no usage instruction on it, and it's already been opened. Inside, there's only half a bottle of cream. It feels like it's privately blended. Is it reliable?"
Qin Youxuan held it under her nose and sniffed. The smell was pleasant.
"Ointment..."
Ye Mingmei's gaze fell onto her hand, and suddenly she was startled.
"What's wrong? Do you know this bottle of medicine? Who gave it to you?" Qin Youxuan stepped forward and handed the medicine bottle to Ye Mingmei.
Without a second thought, Ye Mingmei reached out to take it, screwed on the cap, and held it in her hand.
She gently shook her head, pulling out a smile.
"I bought it myself, a friend recommended it as private medicine. I heard its effect on reducing bruises and swelling is particularly good, so I thought I'd try it."
