I Just Don't Want to be a Widow

After returning to the medicine house, Feng Qingying locked himself in his room, while Li Yuzhen stood guard at the side.

"Only tomorrow."

After giving the little mouse some medicine, Feng Qingying clapped her hands. She was both nervous and excited, but if the little mouse could survive the next day, then Xiao Feimo and Shi Yanfei would be saved.

"It will definitely be fine. Just look at how tired you are. Rest for a while!" I'm not going back tonight. "

Feng Qingying leaned against the chair, and closed his eyes tiredly, "This is my last chance."

"I don't understand these things, or else I could be of some help." Li Yuzhen sat beside Feng Qingying, her tone filled with guilt. She was at most an assistant.

"You've already done a lot for me, you helped grind the herba cinnabar."

"There's still so much left. My hands are sore."

After working on the medicine for the entire afternoon, Li Yuzhen's arm was already extremely sore.