Feeling that the fever had subsided, Grandma Yao quickly moved closer to Yang Wan, scooped up a spoonful of herbal medicine, and carefully scraped the spoon against the rim of the bowl to prevent the medicine from dripping onto her. She then tried to move her hand holding the spoon steadily to Yang Wan's lips.

The old lady raised her chin at Yang Wan with bright eyes.

It was as if they were saying to her, "Drink it quickly, you'll get better faster if you drink the medicine."

As soon as the spoon came close to my lips, the bitter taste became even stronger, along with an indescribable sourness.

This tastes just like the dark roast coffee we used to drink at home.

Yang Wan has never liked drinking coffee, that foreign stuff; she really hates the bitterness.

Therefore, looking at the spoonful of dark medicinal soup, Yang Wan frowned and hesitated for a long time, really not wanting to drink it.

Not knowing if the old lady could hear her, Yang Wan moved her fingers, trying to gently push her away and refuse with body language, but found that she had no strength at all.

She was like a fish washed ashore by the waves, her energy completely depleted, leaving her with no strength left to struggle.

During the time she was in a coma, although her consciousness was blurred, she still had a few conscious memories.

In her dazed state, she seemed to sense someone constantly watching over her, pacing anxiously back and forth, occasionally leaning in to check her breathing, as if afraid she might die.

There were many times during which she felt cold one moment and hot the next.

When she felt cold, she felt as if she were standing on an ice surface in the dead of winter, and her whole body was shivering from the cold.

The next moment, a quilt was placed over her and covered her body.

Yang Wan's trembling gradually subsided, and she felt her body warming up.

When it's hot, large drops of sweat roll down my tongue, and I feel like I'm being roasted over a fire; my skin feels like it's on fire.

During the hottest part of the day, Yang Wan was in a daze and couldn't help but have wild thoughts. She felt like she was in the Flaming Mountain from Journey to the West, struggling in discomfort and wondering if she was trapped in the Flaming Mountain and couldn't get out.

When she was feeling the worst, someone placed a cold handkerchief on her head.

Immediately afterwards, her arms, neck, back of hands, cheeks... all exposed skin was wiped with a towel dampened with cool water.

From that moment on, it felt as if the heat was being continuously drawn away, and my body temperature gradually dropped.

And just as soon as she opened her eyes, the old woman immediately noticed... It seems that the person who had been doing this and that for her by the bedside was her.

Someone who has been watching over her and caring for her like this can't be a bad person.

Yang Wan didn't want her to continue worrying. Having figured this out, she forced open her chapped lips and drank a spoonful of the dark, bitter medicine.

This medicinal soup truly lived up to its taste and color; it was even more bitter than I had imagined.

The moment the medicinal soup entered the mouth, an intense bitter taste quickly spread throughout the mouth.

Yang Wan even regretted comparing coffee to this medicinal soup.

Compared to this medicinal soup, coffee at least has some bean flavor and isn't this bitter.

This medicinal soup is like coffee that's been concentrated several times over; it's so bitter it makes your tongue go numb.

Yang Wan's somewhat dazed state of mind was jolted awake by the bitter medicine, instantly clearing her head.

She practically forced herself to drink the next few spoonfuls, holding her breath as she did so.

If she could speak, she really wanted the old woman to give her a quick death, so she could just force-feed her and drink it all in one gulp.

Drinking it spoonful by spoonful felt like being cut with a dull knife; it was so agonizing.