Su Xiaoxue followed him into the yard. She quietly stayed beside Wang Yao and watched him decoct the medicine. He added the herbs one by one into the ancient earthen pot. It was her first time seeing him decoct medicine soup so closely.
"Sir, what is this medicine, and what is it for?" she asked.
"How many genres do you know?" Wang Yao asked.
"Ginseng, medlar, and lucid Ganoderma." Su Xiaoxue knew some of them.
"It is Qianshi and sealwort." He omitted the other two types of licorice roots, Guiyuan and Shanjing. "It is regather soup, which you have drunk. Its purpose is to consolidate the corporeity. It is rather effective for sick people."