Douluo: My Martial Soul Golden Heart Grass Is Full of Soul Power

The smell of disinfectant still lingered on the tip of his nose. Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, but there was no familiar ICU ceiling in his sight. Instead, there were wooden beams full of cracks, and the air was mixed with the sweet smell of earth and herbs. She subconsciously touched the pocket of her white coat - there should have been a scalpel and medical records, but at this moment she only touched the folds of the coarse cloth skirt, and her fingertips were still stained with some wet grass clippings. "Girl is awake?" An old voice sounded, and Mo Ran turned his head and saw an old woman wrapped in a gray linen turban, approaching with a pottery bowl. There were unfiltered medicinal residues floating on the surface of the brown medicinal soup in the bowl. "You have to drink the soup made from Guxucao. You're lucky to be able to recover your life after falling off the cliff!"