But what he didn't mention was that there were only enough medicine for the critically ill, and some of the less severe cases had yet to receive the antidote.
Things like ginseng or corpse flowers, which were needed in larger proportions, were not sufficient with the amount previously found, so he had already sent people back to the capital to ask the Emperor for ginseng, remembering that last year a tribe had offered a few as tribute.
As for the corpse flowers, the grave robbers hadn't stopped.
"Exactly, you should focus on getting better first, and set aside other matters for now," Yang Chuxia also advised.
"Handsome Dad, Handsome Dad, don't just think about others as soon as you wake up. Look at me, look at your little second child," Yangyang couldn't restrain himself any longer and squeezed in front of Ye Zi'an, supporting his face with his hands and staring with big eyes, "Handsome Dad, has your little second child grown taller, has he gotten fatter?"
