"Feeling better now? Still itchy?"
After a dozen minutes, Zhao Tienan put away the ointment he had concocted and asked softly.
"Hmm, I feel much better."
"Doctor Zhao, is this homemade medicine? It looks like an unbranded product, but it's truly amazing, much better than the anti-itch creams and floral waters sold on the market."
Liang Xiaoqiao's eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled, and the large welts on her body quickly subsided, leaving no traces behind. The unbearable itch from earlier vanished without a trace.
"Yes, I make a lot of homemade medicines, each much better than what's available on the market."
"I'm not bragging, otherwise, how could the people in the village trust me so much?"
Zhao Tienan, too, was infected by her simple, beautiful smile, and the smile on his own face grew wider and wider.
