Li Xu finished preparing all the medicinal ingredients.
He had Wu Jingmei get a clay pot ready, then personally decocted the medicine.
As time passed, a thick medicinal aroma—bitter, with a fishy fragrance—began to waft out from the kitchen.
An hour later, a bowl of medicinal soup, inky black and pungent-smelling, was placed before Elder Wu.
"Elder Wu, please take your medicine."
Without hesitation, Elder Wu picked up the bowl, held his breath, and started drinking. GULP GULP GULP.
As the liquid went down his throat, a powerfully sharp taste instantly spread from his mouth throughout his entire body.
"COUGH... COUGH COUGH..."
Elder Wu couldn't help but cough a few times, his tongue sticking out as he gasped for air. "My heavens... What kind of medicine is this? How can it be so bitter?"
He had spent his life in the military; what hardship hadn't he endured?
But this taste—bitter, astringent, and with an indescribable, foul, fishy odor—was still almost unbearable.
