"Gentiana, Strychnos Nux Vomica, Cortex Fraxini." Having picked out the appropriate amounts of the last few herbs needed, Lin Xiaoguai breathed a sigh of relief and began to make the medicinal pills.
By the time the required pills were done, it had already been over an hour. Lin Xiaoguai found some small porcelain bottles to store them, planning to send them to her brother tomorrow.
The pills she made were brain-nourishing tonics, greatly beneficial to Lin Xiaoxue, whose body had yet to recover from her recent bout of meningitis.
She was also worried that Lin Xiaoxue, whose health had finally improved, would weaken again because of the illness.
After busying herself for half the day, she stretched lazily and began to wander around her space.
Over the years, she had sporadically developed the space, and the new, boundless fields in the space had been transformed, filled with a diversity of crops, presenting a spectacular sight.