With white ceilings, white walls, white sheets, and a strong smell of potion filling her nose, Fang Yingfei was forced to cough several times when she woke up, and her throat felt like smoke.

"Are you awake?" On the side, Aunt Han's voice came.

"I want to drink saliva." Fang Yingfei's pale and weak voice.

"Okay, I'll pour it out." Aunt Han immediately brought a bowl of brown sugar water and sent it to Fang Yingfei.

"No, I'm going to drink plain water." Fang Yingfei pushed away.

"I lost too much blood to drink plain water." Aunt Han persuaded her with good words.

Fang Yingfei breathed a sigh of relief, no longer refused, and her mouth was bitter......

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