C42 Mosquito Spray

There was too much of it.

Su Duidui held the bag and looked at Fu Han, "Seventh Master, isn't this a little too much? What does this all matter?"

"Low blood sugar, heart, anti-inflammatory medicine, and some simple cold and fever medicine." Fu Han pointed to a packaging. "This is a plaster for bruises."

It really had everything.

Su Duidui licked her lips