The ginseng doll didn't expect me to be so weak and still not eat it, so it hastily made a sound and pulled a bunch of its hair to put into my hand, which immediately turned into a dozen or so little tendrils.
It originally had a few hairs on its head, and now it had turned into a little baldy, happily twisting its little butt and crawling into the flower pot, where it dug itself a hole and burrowed in.
I ate one of the tendrils and felt my body warm and cozy, like an empty shell being slowly filled with hot soup.
Indeed, it was good stuff.
Eating one tendril at a time, after about three my body had mostly recovered. I wouldn't say I became full of energy right away, but I felt much more comfortable.
When I felt almost back to normal, I looked at Ninth Master Chang and made a sound, he mirrored me, and I put the rest of the tendrils into Ninth Master Chang's mouth.