Paste-Boiling Granny reached out and gently caressed the iron pot's handle. The motion was familiar and tender, like an old woman stroking a lifelong companion.
“I've thought about it for a long time, and I've decided to come.”
Ning Zhuo asked, “Granny, why do you want to join the Southern Bright Camp?” Paste-Boiling Granny smiled. When she smiled, the wrinkles on her face smoothed out, carrying the warmth of a hearth.
“Because I want to make better medicinal pastes and treat more ailments,” she said.
“A paste is applied to the body. It's medicine, but it heals the sick and warms the heart. If I can use the Vermilion Bird's fire to concoct a paste, its medicinal properties will be gentle, and its effects will grow. Applying it to a wound will be like a spring breeze, seeping in slowly.”
“Your willingness to join is a blessing for the Southern Bright Camp,” Ning Zhuo said.
“We are in need of someone skilled in medicine, medicinal pastes, and post-injury care. After you join, you can be in charge of pastes for external injuries. All-Purpose Paste, Tendon-Mending Paste, Cold-Pain Paste, and Abscess Paste can all be added to the camp's regular inventory.”