Spreading his arms, resting them on the edge of the barrel to avoid swallowing more water, Wang Anfeng inhaled the pungent medicinal aroma. Listening to the elder's murmured complaints nearby, he tried to find joy in adversity, flipping his right hand to gently pat the water's surface.
The water rippled.
Circles of ripples spread out, colliding with the wooden barrel's walls.
Wang Anfeng paused for a moment, thought about it, and then struck again with his palm.
He created many ripples once more, but this time, before the indent on the water's surface could recover, Wang Anfeng had already completed the motion of retracting his palm and slapping again. The two palm strikes combined, producing a louder sound, and some of the medicinal liquid was directly shaken out.
Wang Anfeng watched the rippling medicinal liquid, lost in contemplation.
