"All right. Simmer half a shichen each time. One packet of medicine can be simmered three times. Drink it three times a day, for three days."
The old man placed three packets of medicine before Li Yuerou.
"Thank you, Grandpa Wang."
Li Yuerou took out nine copper coins from her bosom and slapped them onto the table, then pulled Ye Lin away.
"Did you hear that? One packet is simmered three times, and you drink it three times a day. Huh? That's not right."
As she spoke, Li Yuerou suddenly realized something.
One packet could be simmered three times, and there were three doses a day—so with three packets, each batch of decoction could only be drunk once?
"Forget it, that's how it is. Simmer one each in the morning, at noon, and at night. Drink it for three days. Got it?"
Li Yuerou thought for a moment, but in the end, she still couldn't make sense of it.
Whatever.
"Forget it. Looking at how foolish you are, I'd better simmer it for you."
Seeing Ye Lin space out every so often, Li Yuerou patted him on the head.
This little fellow had lost his memories—could it be that even his brain had gone bad?
That was a serious matter.
She dragged Ye Lin all the way to his little hut, then bustled about, swiftly starting to simmer medicine for him.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, sat on the wooden bed in a daze.
He kept feeling as though something was clogging up his mind. His head was muddled and heavy, and his thoughts had become incredibly sluggish.
The next moment, a pungent medicinal smell wafted over.
When he looked up, Li Yuerou was already simmering the medicine in the distance.
There was a small stove below, and on top sat some