After taking the fishy-smelling potion, Ketchev felt a warm current in his body protecting his internal organs and slowly repairing his injuries.
It seems that Effie's grandmother is indeed a real pharmacist, not a liar who cheats people out of their money by mixing medicines randomly. It's just that the taste of that medicine is really unacceptable.
There was still a taste of rotten fish and rotten eggs lingering in his mouth, but looking at the reckless girl Effie who was busy in the kitchen, Ketchelov did not dare to disturb her.
If the girl accidentally set fire to this hut made of a large amount of wood because she heard his cries, then Ketchev, who was currently unable to move, would surely be buried in the fire.
Effie put on a powder blue apron and hummed a cheerful tune while cooking a pot of fragrant mushroom soup in the kitchen. Even Ketchelov, who was lying on the bed, could smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen.
Xiaoju woke up from her sleep, arched her body and stretched.
It twisted and turned from its nest, walked to Ketchlov's side with funny steps, stared at Ketchlov lying on the bed with its big round eyes, and jumped to the pillow.
It licked its paws unceremoniously beside Ketchlov's head, as if warning Ketchlov not to mess around, otherwise he would be greeted with a ruthless cat punch.
Then, Xiaoju pressed her plump body on Ketchlov's belly and found a comfortable position to curl up.
Ketchlov felt his stomach sink, and the wound inside him seemed to be a little more serious, but how could he be so mean to a cat? He could only silently endure the weight of the big orange butt.
It was almost sunset when Effie's door was pushed open and the bell on the door rang.
An elderly grandmother pushed the door open from outside. She was wearing a linen dress and had a hunchback due to her old age. She was holding a cane in one hand and a basket in the other, which was filled with fresh vegetables.
"Effie, I'm back. It smells so good, is it mushroom soup?"
Grandma put the basket in her hand down on the table and said to Effie who was frying fish in the kitchen.
"Yes, that's right. Nanny has a very sensitive nose. She can tell what kind of soup it is just by smelling it." Effie turned around and smiled sweetly at her grandmother with a spatula in her hand.
Suddenly Effie remembered that there was a dying patient lying on the bed, so she said to her grandmother,
"Ah, grandma, please go to my room. Xiaoju sneaked out again today, and when I chased her out, I found a patient."
Grandma frowned, feeling helpless about Effie's simple kindness. In the past, she always picked up some injured animals and stray cats and dogs, but this time, she picked up a patient.
After a closer look, hey, I did pick up a young man.
Grandma walked to Effie's bed and glanced at Xiaoju who had just laid down.
The human-like Xiaoju jumped under the bed consciously. It understood that its grandma was back and it didn't need to stay by her side anymore.
Grandma grabbed Ketchlov's wrist, and after a dozen seconds, she looked at his face carefully for a while, and asked Effie who was putting the fried fish on the plate in the kitchen,
"My dear granddaughter, have you given him any medicine?"
"Yes, I gave him a bottle of internal hemostatic medicine. Ah! Xiaoju, go away! You will get your share later, don't worry!"
Just by listening to the sound, you can imagine Xiaoju harassing Effie in the kitchen. This fat cat is obviously a greedy guy.
Grandma was obviously accustomed to this daily little drama. She rolled her eyes and went to the cupboard to get some herbal powder, mixed it with water and fed it to Ketchlov.
"Open your mouth." Grandma said kindly.
Ketchev gulped down the potion prepared by his grandmother. The water was neither too hot nor too cold, just the right temperature for drinking.
"There are pain-relieving and recovery-aiding powders added to this, but it shouldn't be hard to drink." Grandma looked at Ketchlov and said.
"Well, thank you, grandma." Ketchlov replied with difficulty.
"Hehehe, no one except Effie can call me grandma. You should call me Mrs. Michelle." Grandma said mischievously and winked at Ketchlov.
"Okay, lie down. Although I don't care about the power behind you, you are my patient. You have to obey my rules, understand?"
These words made Ketchev's already relaxed vigilance rise again, and he felt as if half of his heart was hanging in the air.
The unfathomable Mrs. Michel glanced out the window, laughed, and said to Ketchlov,
"I will protect you for one day as long as you stay here. Get out of here as soon as you recover."
Ketchev didn't know whether it was because of the pain or panic, but he broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this.
"This Mrs. Michelle is definitely not a simple person! No, what if she just saw some clues from my injuries and is testing me?"
Ketchlov struggled repeatedly in his heart, but as Mrs. Michelle said, now Ketchlov could only abide by the rules she set and recover from his injuries peacefully.
"Okay, stop thinking about it. Effie and I will eat first and then come back to serve you. You just drank the medicine and it will take some time to digest it."
After that, Mrs. Michel walked to the kitchen and shouted,
"Let's eat, let's eat."
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Jobtran and his group enjoyed a dinner arranged by Xiao Zhafu, and Jobtran suggested that now was not the time to contact the suspect, so everyone could arrange their own time to rest tonight.
Jobtran submitted to Shozav the list of herbs Veronica needed and the design of his sword.
In the last battle, Jobtran realized that his rapier had flaws, so he redesigned his sword.
With Jobtran's changes, the overall manufacturing process became more complicated, requiring craftsmen to use patience and repeated training to make one of the components, and finally link them together through mechanisms.
After dinner, Jobtran washed up and changed into new clothes.
After shaving off his stubble and changing into new clothes, Joe Bruin now looks as handsome as a pretty boy in the academy, but he still has the vicissitudes of a prodigal son.
Joe Butran decided to go out for a walk, relax, adjust his mentality, and familiarize himself with the nearby routes and city planning.
The ascetic monk Reiner had already returned to his room to pray, while Pigman and Louisa, two foodies, were still happily eating in the banquet hall.
Ross, who had changed into civilian clothes, was looking through the information of the Yellow Group in the archives of the Public Security Bureau.
Seeing Joe Butler who was about to go out for a walk, Veronica's eyebrows turned and she said to him in a charming manner,
"Leader, do you want to go out for a walk?"