"Yes, Miss, please tell me." Wuyou was overjoyed. Her medical and poison skills, if not the second best in the world, were certainly among the top three. Now that her Miss said it was no problem, it meant Uncle Yu's terminal illness could be cured.
Gu Qingli nodded and began reciting the prescription.
Wuyou listened carefully, memorizing it. It's better to recite such a life-saving prescription orally.
What Wuyou didn't know was that Gu Qingli's clumsy traditional handwriting would require many sheets of paper to write out the prescription. As for simplified characters, could Wuyou even recognize them? No. So, I'll just recite it.
Xiao Yunjing had been silently following Gu Qingli. Now that he saw her skillfully reciting a complete prescription, he became even more certain that the current Li'er was not the same as the previous one.
He felt no chill, no murderous urge, nor did he think anything was amiss. On the contrary, he liked this Li'er even better.
