And this laughter also woke her up from that wonderful dream.

Zihan sighed faintly, and his right hand, which had slipped from his left wrist, unconsciously stroked it again.

That day, she walked through the whole hundred gardens, and then sat under the big tree, sighing faintly, imagining how good it would be if she had such a hundred gardens.

She will plant herbs in the garden that look inconspicuous, but can cure and save people.

Maybe she was too absorbed in thinking at the time, and tonight it actually fell into her dream.

Her eyes slowly closed, and she sighed faintly again.

However, before her sigh could be fully sprayed between her lips and teeth, she found herself in the dream she had just dreamed again.

It's still the dream just now, the drawer in front of her is still open, and the rhizome with small thorns in front of her looks so real.

Agitated, Zihan stretched out her hand to hold the rhizome and took it out of the drawer.

However, before she was caught off guard, the rhizome with a certain weight swayed downward, and a small thorn unexpectedly pierced the tip of her finger.

The pain, the unusually clear pain, made Zihan quickly put the rhizome back in the drawer, and unconsciously put the fingertips that had oozing red into his mouth.

The pain was relieved, but the fishy sweetness in his mouth made Zihan frown and open his eyes in the dark night.

Her right hand was still in her mouth, and the fishy sweetness was still full of her lips and teeth.

In the dark, Zihan's big apricot eyes widened wider and wider.

After sucking her fingers hard and feeling the stinging pain clearly, the corners of her mouth slowly curled.

Closing her eyes, she let herself continue to think about the beautiful garden without a hundred flowers.

When she opened her eyes, she was back in front of the medicine cabinet, and the open drawer was still in front of her.

Zihan quickly closed the drawer and hurried out of this hut and into another.

On the side of the wall of the hut is neatly placed a row of wooden test benches, on which are placed all kinds of pharmaceutical equipment, including traditional Chinese medicine cutting machines, crushers, grinding machines and other basic equipment, as well as decoction machines and pill making machines.

In her previous life, she had all the advanced equipment she had used and needed for the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine.

Looking at this hut with a too strong modern atmosphere, Zihan was only happy for a moment.

Her gaze swept over the bare wall, and when she didn't see any electrical outlets, her pretty brow furrowed.

These devices all have a power cord with three plugs, but how does she connect the power to this beautiful garden that belongs to her?

As soon as her thought flashed, the light in the hut suddenly lit up.

Zihan unconsciously raised her head, and what caught her eye was the blinding LED ceiling light in her laboratory.

It hung on the thick beam in the middle, illuminating the already dimly lit hut.

Zihan was overjoyed, and couldn't help but look at the opposite wall.

The wall was bare, but there were a few more power outlets embedded in the wall.

Zihan stepped forward, plugged the power cord of the Chinese medicine grinder into the socket, pressed the black switch, and the grinder started.

Amid the sound of the crusher idling, Zihan chuckled again.

With these devices, grandpa doesn't have to work so hard anymore.

Zihan turned off the grinder, pressed the modern switch on the wall next to the door, and walked out of the hut.

Her steps followed the edge of the lake, to the path paved with stone steps between the two peaks, and climbed the steps.