"No, don't we always share good news rather than bad?" Tercy Mason said, indicating she hadn't broken this rule.
"Then it can only be said that my little mosquito is really clever."
Ella Lacey's mood suddenly became sunny, and she took that little bottle to the guardian room in the neighboring hospital ward, pouring it into a small teacup. The liquid inside gleamed with a crystal-clear luster, like flowing spring water, radiating pure spiritual aura...
"Mummy, drink some of this. It should be a bit sweet."
Ella Lacey didn't taste it herself as such precious things shouldn't be wasted; it was far more valuable than meds costing thousands or tens of thousands per day.
"What is this, Ella?"
Under Ella's feeding, Penny Sullivan took a sip, her originally cracked pale lips immediately showed a hint of fresh rosiness, and she spoke with newfound strength, "It feels so comfortable... not like drinking water..."
"Come on, if it's comfortable, drink some more."
