If It Is Not Fated, Don't Force It (3)

Zhao Chuchu smiled knowingly and said, "Sister Hong, I think you should refrain from speaking so confidently now. The medicinal bath I've prepared for you is not as simple as soaking in water infused with herbs."

Chang Hong had never seen treatment like this before, so she could not imagine how it would look or feel. She assumed that Zhao Chuchu had tried it on a commoner before, and the other party could not withstand it. She was confident that as a martial arts practitioner, she would have no problem enduring the process.

When Xie Heng came home, Zhao Chuchu had just concluded her work in the medicine room.

The two talked about what they had done, respectively, and they went to bed early.

The next day, Zhao Chuchu gave the medicinal herbs to Chang Hong and instructed her to concoct them in the evening for at least two hours.

Then, Zhao Chuchu went to the Ruyu Center to check its progress.