"Although none of these are precious herbs—they're all common ones—the pills really are for treating illness. The only strange thing is, why add alcohol to these Brain-Clearing Pills?"
Su Qiao couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.
Could Zhao Jingting be addicted to alcohol?
444's thoughts leaped in a completely different direction, and it immediately thought of that possibility.
Actually, all she had to do was ask who had made the pills. Or she could wait until he regained consciousness and ask him himself. Then everything would become clear.
Su Qiao stuffed the somewhat loosened pills back into the bottle. "Let's wait until he wakes up and ask him himself."
Uncle Ya couldn't speak. He only knew how to nod and shake his head, and he knew nothing about everything else.
No one knew how long he could maintain this Xiucai persona. Yesterday, when he woke up, you didn't have time to warn him not to reveal his identity.
444 was a little worried.
You need to be prepared to flee with him at any moment. With your current abilities, there's no way you can deal with so many people. You'd better find a way to get some poisonous herbs and make some powder or something as soon as possible.
Su Qiao nodded.
Actually, one reason she had agreed to take responsibility for either fetching water or chopping wood was that she wanted to take advantage of her trips into the forest to gather some medicinal herbs and hunt as well.
"He should understand how important this is himself. It's just that when he isn't conscious, he can't control it."
In that case, she could only keep a closer eye on him for now.
"His illness is quite troublesome. It seems like Dissociative Identity Disorder, but not