Unfortunately, Jiang Yexun thought that Su Xiaoxiao was feeling unwell due to the two toxins in her body.
"Be good, don't be afraid. I'll make sure to get all the medicine soon, so hang in there," he reassured her, his eyes filled with tenderness as he comforted her.
"My body doesn't seem to be affected at the moment, but as for the wild ginseng, even if we count it as one, fifty-year-old ganoderma lucidum is not much cheaper than wild ginseng. If you don't have enough money..."
Su Xiaoxiao's fair face was filled with worry, creased with concern.
"It's fine. My maternal grandfather kept some antiques hidden. I can sell a few of them," Jiang Yexun said, kissing her forehead that had paled due to blood loss as he continued to soothe her.
"Isn’t selling antiques dirt cheap these days?" Su Xiaoxiao's pupils widened in astonishment.