The next day, the assistant Zhang Yang arrived, and after calling out several times outside the clinic, he hesitated before entering and was immediately hit by a smell carrying a metallic scent mixed with saltiness.
Soon, Zhang Yang found Su Mu in the bamboo grove.
"What, what exactly happened here? No, Pharmacist Lin entrusted me with caring for this person, I can't let anything happen to them!"
Zhang Yang tried to pick Su Mu up, his face flushing red and veins popping on his arms, only to find he couldn't lift him. For a moment, Zhang Yang was aghast.
His physique might not be considered robust among ordinary people, but it was by no means weak. Working odd jobs since childhood had given him some strength; he could barely carry two bags of rice or flour, each weighing a hundred pounds, and yet today he couldn't carry this unconscious person.
"Why is this person so heavy?"
