After taking the hangover medicine, Bei Xiaoning quickly returned to the private room.
The moment the door opened, a wave of raucous noise hit him head-on.
The room was lavishly decorated, with three large round tables filled with men and women of all kinds.
Most of them were already somewhat drunk, their behavior growing increasingly uninhibited and natural. They gathered in groups, slinging arms around one another's shoulders, chatting, laughing, and drinking.
Bei Xiaoning returned to his seat. After taking a few bites of food, a cool sensation suddenly welled up in his stomach, rushing through his throat and nose straight to his head. He immediately sobered up considerably, and more than half of his wooziness vanished in an instant.
He froze for a moment, his chopsticks suspended in midair.
As that cool sensation continued to spread from his stomach, he became clearer and clearer-headed, as though someone had dumped a basin of cold water over him.
He was instantly bewildered. "What happened to me? What was I just doing? Did I even drink?"
A moment later, as if recalling something, he immediately set down his chopsticks and pulled the bottle of hangover medicine from his pocket again.
"Could it be because I took the hangover medicine? How could this stuff work so well?"
"Could this not be a health supplement, but a prescription drug?"
This time, he examined it closely, eyes wide as he turned it over and over for a long while. All he could find were the small words "Health Food" and "National Health Food Approval No. G202xxxx."
There were also two lines at the bottom of the front label: "Health food is not medicine and cannot replace medicine in treating disease."
The side listed the main ingredients: a pile of incomprehensible chemical substances, as well as