Cheng Qingyan inwardly groaned. She could still bargain with this doctor. But once the medicine bowl was handed to Ye Lingyu, even if it contained poison, she dared not refuse to drink it!

Ye Lingyu scooped up a spoonful and held it to Cheng Qingyan's lips: "Open your mouth and drink your medicine."

At this moment, Cheng Qingyan suddenly felt like dying, his mind filled with "Big Brother, it's time to take your medicine."

She didn't open her mouth, but Ye Lingyu kept her hand raised, with a spoonful of medicine always near her lips.

"Wife, the medicine is too hot. Can I drink it later?"

Ye Lingyu touched the bowl with her hand holding it; thankfully, it wasn't too hot.

But she still took back the spoon and gently blew on the medicine to cool it down.

Over there, Ruan Banxia had already woken Meng Chuying up, and she had finished drinking the medicine.

"Young man, you'd better drink your medicine quickly. Your wife must be tired from carrying that bowl of medicine for so long."

Cheng Qingyan closed his eyes, pretending not to hear Ruan Banxia's words.

Ye Lingyu tested the temperature of the medicine bowl again; it wasn't so hot anymore.

"Do you want to sit up to drink, or lie down like this?"

Cheng Qingyan resignedly opened his eyes: "I'll sit up and drink it myself. Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

She knew a little about the secret to drinking Chinese medicine: gulp it down. Don't give your taste buds time to react; just drink it straight down. But doing this requires a certain amount of courage.

Also, be careful not to smell the odor, as it may cause nausea.

It's a pity; the idea is great, but putting it into practice is extremely difficult.

Her speed couldn't keep up with her taste buds; bitterness spread through her mouth. The distinctive flavor of Chinese herbal medicine almost made her stomach churn.

Ye Lingyu stuffed a candied fruit into her mouth; it was just given to her by Ruan Banxia.

The bitterness was neutralized, and Cheng Qingyan felt as if she had come back to life.

I didn't die from the illness, but I almost died from taking too much medicine. Suddenly, I feel nostalgic for the capsules and sugar-coated pills of the 21st century.

For lunch, Meng Xinyu and Meng Pingkang bought some flatbread from someone in Shuanghe Village, and Ruan Banxia cooked a pot of porridge.

Cheng Qingyan was unaware of Dr. Ruan's cooking habits, but when Ruan Banxia asked her if she wanted porridge, she happily nodded.

Having porridge to drink is better than just eating dry biscuits!

Being young, he dared to drink the porridge cooked by the doctor.

After the porridge was served, Meng Chuying and Cheng Qingyan's faces remained wrinkled and never relaxed.

Ruan Banxia's cooking is medicinal cuisine, and when she makes medicinal cuisine, she only focuses on the medicinal properties, regardless of how it tastes.

Cheng Qingyan and Meng Chuying were holding bowls, trying to eat but couldn't, and they couldn't pour the porridge out. Ruan Banxia and Ye Lingyu were watching, and they really didn't know how Ruan Banxia and Ye Lingyu managed to drink the porridge without changing their expressions.

Not only did she just drink her medicine, but now she's served a bowl of medicinal porridge. With that dark green color, if Ruan Banxia hadn't pointed it out, who could tell it was porridge?

The color alone reduces appetite by half, and the taste reduces appetite by the other half.

Don't ask, because the answer is you'll regret it.

Meng Chuying dared not refuse to eat, so she could only grit her teeth, frown, and force herself to eat.

Cheng Qingyan's eyes were glued to Ye Lingyu; she desperately wanted Ye Lingyu to help her pour out the porridge!

Ruan Banxia put down her bowl and said with a smile, "This medicinal food is very good. You're all sick, so eat more. If you're not full, there's more in the pot."

Meng Chuying quickly shook her head: "That's enough, that's enough. I'm small, I can't eat much and I'll be full soon."

Then he pointed at Cheng Qingyan and said, "She can eat. She's an adult. She needs to eat two more bowls to be full."

Cheng Qingyan really wanted to smear the porridge in her hand on Meng Chuying's face. How could she be so young and not learn to behave well?

Then, looking aggrieved, he pleaded with Ye Lingyu, "Wife, I really have no appetite. I'm afraid I can't finish this porridge. Could you please pour it out for me?"

Ye Lingyu didn't say anything, took the bowl, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful and brought it to Cheng Qingyan's lips.

Without saying no or yes, the porridge was served to my lips.

Cheng Qingyan was on the verge of tears and secretly decided to blacklist Ruan Banxia's cooking skills.

Next time Ruan Banxia asks her if she wants to eat anything, she absolutely must not!

The food she cooks might taste worse than poison, otherwise why would some people intentionally ingest poison and only realize they've been poisoned after the poisoning takes effect?

If poison were as hard to swallow as the porridge Ruan Banxia cooked, then poisoning someone might become a very difficult thing.

Whenever someone poisons something, the smell of the poison tells others that it is poisonous and should not be eaten!

Cheng Qingyan drank the porridge quickly, just like taking medicine.

Suppress the urge to vomit; you can't vomit, or you'll have to drink it all over again!

What terrible things have I done that I can't even eat a meal without taking medicine?

Dr. Ruan is good-looking, so how come his cooking skills are so outrageously bad!

Meng Chuying's fever hadn't completely subsided, but that didn't stop her from secretly watching Cheng Qingyan make a fool of himself.

The high fever hadn't subsided quickly, and Cheng Qingyan still felt dizzy. After finishing her porridge, she drifted off to sleep.

Although Meng Chuying regained consciousness for a while, her fever was more severe than Cheng Qingyan's. As a child, coupled with long-term malnutrition, her constitution was weak. This time, after being in the water for so long, she nearly lost her life. Ruan Banxia invited them to stay at her home for a few days before leaving.

It's best to avoid drafts for the next couple of days to prevent the condition from worsening.

For the sake of Cheng Qingyan and Meng Chuying's health, Ye Lingyu obediently followed Ruan Banxia's advice. She took Cheng Qingyan and Meng Chuying to stay at Ruan Banxia's house for a few days.

Of course, at Cheng Qingyan's request these past few days, under the pretense of wanting to repay Ruan Banxia, ​​Ye Lingyu has been making him cook for her every day.

She really didn't want to eat Ruan Banxia's cooking anymore; it was truly hard to swallow.

She just didn't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that the medicine she drank in the last few days was more bitter than the medicine and medicinal food she drank before.

When Ruan Banxia brought the medicine over again, Cheng Qingyan asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Doctor Ruan, have you changed the prescription? Why does the medicine taste particularly bitter and unpleasant to me these past two days?"

Ruan Banxia smiled innocently: "It's nothing, I just adjusted the prescription appropriately based on your physical condition. There's nothing wrong, so don't worry too much."

For some reason, when Cheng Qingyan saw Ruan Banxia's smiling face, he always felt that there was a knife hidden in her smile.

Are you still angry because I said her medicinal cuisine tasted bad?

Surely not? How can someone be so stingy?

Filled with doubt, Cheng Qingyan drank the bitter medicine that made her want to die in one gulp, the bitterness making her stick out her tongue.

Ye Lingyu followed Ruan Banxia as she carried out the medicine bowl. After the door closed, she asked Ruan Banxia, ​​"Doctor Ruan, is my husband alright?"

Ruan Banxia rummaged through the medicinal herbs drying in the yard and said, "It's alright, I'm recovering quite well."