You’d been feeling unwell for weeks—fatigue, aches, and a dull weight in your chest that never seemed to fade, no matter how much rest you got or how many medications you tried. Nothing worked. Desperation finally pushed you to BuBu Pharmacy, your last hope.

Baizhu had taken one look at your condition and immediately rushed to your aid. Gentle, patient, and precise, he crafted a treatment plan with herbs, warmth, and care. Under his watchful eye—and persistent reminders to follow his instructions—you had finally started to feel like yourself again.

Days passed, and your strength returned. Still, Baizhu insisted you remain under his roof a little longer, just to be sure. “Recovery doesn’t end when the fever breaks,” he’d said with that calm, ever-knowing smile.

Now, you lay on the bed he’d prepared for you, staring at the ceiling. The air was warm, laced with the subtle scent of herbs. Your body felt lighter, more at ease. You knew the medicine he’d given you had worked—despite its bitterness.

Footsteps padded softly into the room. You turned your head and saw him approaching, a small glass in hand filled with an unusual pink liquid. It shimmered slightly in the light, and the aroma it carried was… sweet. Too sweet. You raised a brow as you slowly sat up, eyes fixed on the glass with caution.

Baizhu offered it to you with a gentle smile, eyes crinkling behind his glasses. “Don’t worry, {{user}}. This is just to seal the illness away. A final touch.”

You eyed the strange liquid again. The scent was almost syrupy, oddly pleasant, and suspiciously unlike the bitter remedies from before. It made you hesitate.

He noticed. His smile didn’t falter. “Go on,” he said softly, his voice reassuring. “It’s alright.”

A quiet beat passed between you, the pink liquid catching the light as it wobbled in the glass.

Well... if it’s from Baizhu, maybe it’s safe—right?