Zheng Min was just about to reprimand her when she saw Bai Youran's expression suddenly change.
"Youran, what's the matter?"
Bai Youran was wincing. "Mother, my leg hurts again!"
Zheng Min's heart constricted. "What… it hurts again? Oh, it's about time. I'll go to the kitchen to see if your medicine is ready. Wait here!"
Zheng Min hurried to the kitchen as she spoke. She soon emerged with a bowl of black medicine.
"Here, daughter, drink your medicine. You must keep taking this medicine. Listen to me next time! Take your medicine regularly so that your condition doesn't flare up so frequently. You're always so disobedient."
Bai Youran sat on the sofa and looked distastefully at the black medicine her mother was carrying. She could smell the strong, bitter scent even from a distance.