How is the performance of Jiangjing's teacher, number 048?_3

Yang Lin was already used to this kind of pain; her body had become immune to it long ago.

Yet now, she felt a faint pain where the ointment had touched her skin.

After applying the medicine to the visible injuries on Yang Lin's arms, Bai Lian took a tissue and, at a relaxed pace, wiped her fingers clean before screwing the lid back on the container.

"Take this," she said, handing the medicine box to Yang Lin with an indifferent expression.

Yang Lin, holding the medicine box, looked at Bai Lian, "This is..."

Bai Lian tilted her head, crossed her legs, pointed her index finger in the air towards the green medicine box in her hands, and flashed her a wicked smile, "See this? A product with no brand, no producer, and no ingredients listed. Slather this on for two more days and you'll be ready to meet King Yama."

Yang Lin: "..."

After a long while, she seemed to explain in a low voice, "I... I accidentally fell down the stairs."