Only after downing the bowl of hot noodle soup did the village doctor realize there was something special about it.
"This is mutton broth, isn't it?"
After he finished eating, a warmth spread out from his stomach, and he even broke into a sweat.
"Yes. We got a sheep a couple of days ago, remember?"
An Sancheng chimed in as the village doctor drank the last of the soup.
Full and warmed up, the village doctor went inside to check on An Ning.
Her temperature had indeed dropped quite a bit.
"Third Brother, that medicine is amazing—even better than what's in this IV drip. I can tell it's still working. Keep a close eye on her. If An Ning's fever spikes again or if anything seems off, just come and get me."
"The medicine I brought back isn't mixed, so it'll keep for a long time."
An Sancheng had no objections, of course. The village doctor picked up his medical kit to leave.
