He is a medicine man and makes a living from medicine, so he should only swallow the extremely bitter and astringent warm liquid day and night. Once some things become part of your bones and blood, you can't live without them.
He drank obediently and then realized that the man was looking at him with blurred eyes, calling "Li'er" in a daze.
I am not Li'er, not Li'er. He returned the wooden bowl with a low smile.
Okay okay, you're not.
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