Qi Miao looked troubled. "Ideally, we should find ordinary people suffering from dragon-worm disease to test the medicine on. But we still haven't fully understood the properties of the wormwood, and testing it on ordinary patients without careful consideration could lead to accidents. We have no choice but to find soldiers in the army to help."
She had prepared the deworming medicine according to a prescription she'd bought from a traveling doctor. It was indeed much more effective than the commonly used prescriptions on the market, but figuring out how to improve it so that it had the greatest efficacy and the fewest side effects, as well as how to administer it to different patients, would require countless case studies. Still, there was no excuse for frightening their lord like that.
Shen Tang tried to erase the image she'd just seen from her mind.
Her expression returned to normal, and she waved a hand to show that it was all right.
She calmly asked the dozen or so soldiers a few questions, mainly whether they knew why they were testing the medicine and what compensation they would receive.
The soldiers were all terribly nervous.
Although they were Martial Gall Warriors and weren't at the very bottom of the army— even the lowest-ranking among them was a squad leader—they had no business getting this close to Shen Tang, let alone speaking with her from just a few steps away. They were so flustered that their hands and feet trembled, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads. They were more nervous than they'd been the first time they went into battle and killed someone. Their answers came out in broken fragments, impossible to piece into complete sentences.
"W-We know..."
The military doctor had been quite clear when recruiting them.
They needed a