"What should we do?"
Lun You asked. "Do you have an antidote?"
"Where would I get an antidote for something like this..." Achen touched his nose awkwardly. "Does she have a boyfriend? How about we call her boyfriend?"
"No way!"
Lun You's face turned cold as he firmly refused.
"This..." Achen looked at Lun You's grim expression, not knowing what he had said wrong. He cleared his throat and said, "Then there's nothing we can do, she'll have to get through it on her own. If there's really no other way, Master, you could use a cool towel to wipe her body. Without an effective antidote, she has to endure it by herself."
Hearing this, Lun You couldn't help but curse, "Why are you so useless?"
Achen offered a wry smile, "Master, Achen is just a doctor, I can treat illnesses and injuries, but this kind of thing, honestly..."
"Leave now."
Lun You interrupted him. To tell the truth, he was just unleashing his anger, his mind hadn't cooled down yet.
"Yes."
