章 1817: Waste Food

"Well, I think it's a little hard to understand!" Song Miaoge didn't believe in ghosts and monsters, so she was confused.

Anyway, Zhou Jiahao had indeed recovered with the help of Gu Ning's medicine, so it proved that it was useful.

Song Miaoge believed Gu Ning's words, not because she was naive, but because she trusted Gu Ning.

In addition, even if Gu Ning told a lie, it had nothing to do with her. She only needed to know that Gu Ning wouldn't hurt her.

"There are all kinds of strange things in this world. If I hadn't been through it myself, I wouldn't believe it either," said Gu Ning.

"Um, Gu Ning, can you let me see the medicine? I'm quite curious about it," said Baili Zongxue. If it was possible, she really wanted to do research on it.

"I'm curious about it too!" Song Miaoge agreed, but she was literally curious.