Chapter 457

Mr. Fan personally prepared a bowl of what he called 'soup' for Wei Juan.

But that soup... Yang Fan not only didn't have any appetite for it, but he even felt a bit nauseous.

Calling it improper barely described it— it was essentially a bowl of poison.

The pot's bottom was grayish, mixed with some herbs and two talismans.

When the talismans burned in the bowl, the soup directly started to emit smoke.

Yang Fan felt that even if he could mentally prepare himself and force himself to drink it, his throat would prevent him from doing so.

Luckily, Wei Juan was now unconscious and totally unaware, otherwise she would definitely prefer to remain unconscious.

After stirring the soup with his finger, Mr. Fan handed the bowl to Zhou Wenhui, "Go and make her drink it, and she will be fine. The issue isn't too serious, it's just a bit of a strain on her life force."