Prodigal Qiao
Editor: Henyee Translations
This was to guard against the heavenly star dying once she got home, and then come back to make trouble for their pharmacy all for that one spirit currency?
Qiao Mu was baffled.
Was she such a senseless person?
Even if it did die on her, it was only one spirit currency. Was it worth it for her to come make another trip?
Zhang Wuxiang laughed mockingly again.
The little stoic looked at her and rolled her eyes. "Do you feel that your nostrils are clogged up? You had best treat illnesses early."
"You nostrils are clogged, and internal heat is weighing down on you while your lung energy is rising up. This easily produces an illness in the lungs. Not treating a small illness will make you suffer more once it grows into a big illness. I advise that you treat it properly."
Madam Zhang and Zhang Wuxiang were instantly flabbergasted.