After the nurse left, Lu Zimo closed the door, carefully carried the glass jar over, and set it on the bedside table. Then he jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, as though it were something filthy.
Qi Si saw that the glass jar was crammed with tadpoles the size of half a fingernail. Their jet-black, gleaming heads trembled faintly.
The tadpoles at the very bottom of the jar had not fully hatched yet, their tails still tangled in sticky egg sacs. But presumably, by the time they were eaten, they would be almost fully hatched.
Eaten?
Qi Si caught the word that had surfaced from his subconscious. He truly could not imagine why he would associate tadpoles with "eating."
That train of thought just now had seemed more like a reaction from the original owner of this body. Following that logic, his inexplicable hostility toward frogs earlier must have come from the original owner as well.
The original owner hated frogs and believed tadpoles were meant to be eaten—the worldview of this Instance was truly bizarre.
"I mean, what the hell kind of medicine is this? You're supposed to eat them raw without even preparing them?" Sun Dekuan held his chubby face in his hands and stared wide-eyed at the tadpoles in the jar.
Lu Zimo turned the jar halfway around, revealing the label stuck to the back—
[Once a day, fourteen at a time]
Sun Dekuan muttered, "In all my life, this is the first time I've heard that tadpoles can cure illnesses. Even if they can, you can't just eat them directly, right? There are parasites in there..."
Lu Zimo was clearly frightened too. Swallowing tadpoles alive was strange no matter how he looked at it. He turned to Huang Xiaofei for help. "Sis,