Schiller's expression didn't change. "Herbs are bitter to begin with. What, were you expecting modern seasonings to make them taste good? China has an old saying: 'Good medicine tastes bitter.' Hurry up and drink it."
Stark broke into a violent coughing fit. "What do you mean, 'bitter to begin with'? The one Steve gave me was clearly sweet..."
Schiller turned to look at Steve. Steve took out a bag from the side, its contents already poured out. Schiller looked at the Chinese printed on it, then thought, The Divine Spear Bureau was pretty considerate. They know Mutants aren't very old mentally, so they even sent children's cold granules.
"I didn't offend you, did I?" Stark looked even weaker. "Wait, who did you say prescribed this medicine?"
"Stephen. But he doesn't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine at all. Don't tell me you think he'd go through all those medicinal herbs for your sake, then specifically pick out the bitter ones and put them in your medicine."
"You think he wouldn't?"
"Stop slandering me." A portal appeared in the middle of the room. Strange walked out and said, "I didn't specially go and gather this. It's a ready-made medicine packet sold in a Hong Kong pharmacy. It tastes like this no matter who drinks it."
"Then you drink it and show me!" Stark craned his neck stubbornly. "Is something this bitter even meant for human consumption?!"
Strange was expressionless. He took the cup in front of Stark and poured it straight into his mouth. After finishing it, he merely frowned, then said, "What do you think we rely on to treat illness at Kamar-Taj? Antibiotics?"
Stark was dumbfounded. In disbelief, he said, "Do you not have taste buds?!"
"That doesn't count as bitter among Chinese medicine," Schiller said. "After all, this formula is