Gu Fuqiao gently shook her head and said, "No, I have confidence in my Old Yan!" After speaking, she looked at Chen Bajin and asked, "By the way, did you take the medicine you got from the traditional doctor back home?"
Upon hearing about the medicine, Chen Bajin pursed her lips and said, "That medicine is awful, I've never tasted anything so bad... It just makes me want to throw up."
"Good medicine tastes bitter!" Gu Fuqiao smiled and said. She was all too familiar with the bitter taste of traditional medicine. When she was young and not in good health, her grandmother, who used to be the barefoot doctor in their village, would concoct traditional medicine for her. Now, whenever Gu Fuqiao thought of that taste, she still felt a bit nauseous.
