Master Meng stroked his beard and took another step forward, but didn't notice when a capsule fell to the ground.
Chen Siyu, with her sharp eyes, quickly reminded him, "Master! Master! You dropped your medicine!"
Master Meng paused for a moment, then continued walking. His female apprentice bent down to pick up the small orange capsule.
Chen Siyu shouted, "Master, is this the medicine you put in the bowl?"
"Master, why aren't you saying anything?"
Master Meng: 'What the hell!'
Butcher Zhang had been displeased with the Master for a while, and at this moment, he surrounded him with Ba Wang, while Mr. Qian, who loved to watch the excitement, also gathered around.
Mr. Qian, noticing the pill in the female apprentice's hand, exclaimed in shock, "Isn't that an ibuprofen capsule? A painkiller!"
He hastily called everyone over, summoning all the rural tourism guests, including Boss Yang and his associates.
Master Meng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
