"Of course, I don't believe it. I'm in the medical field, and I know there's no cure-all medicine in this world. Even if there was, it wouldn't be us ordinary people who got it first." Sun Youwei nodded. She wasn't foolish; if such a medicine existed, people would have fought for it, breaking their heads over it long ago.
Gently, she pulled out the bottle stopper.
Lin Miao shook it a little. Indeed, there was liquid inside, not much, about half of a bottle.
She slightly pulled down her mask and used her hand to fan the bottle's opening slightly, first stabilizing the smell. Any liquid, as long as something else is added, will have a scent.
It was a scent never smelled before, neither like herbs nor like any kind of flower, she asked curiously.
At least in Lin Miao's memory, she couldn't find what this scent was from.
"Senior sister, the silver needle."
