"Shi, go and heat up a jar of the wine you bought." Although Qianye didn't buy it, he still couldn't bear to let go of the tail, and suddenly asked: "By the way, why are those medicines so bitter?"
Shi didn't know why those medicines were so bitter. He just found the best doctor in town who had a good reputation and a fair price.
But after all, he was only proficient in medical science. When faced with the doctor's ratio of two taels of medicine to four taels of coptis, even if he found it strange, he couldn't hastily question the doctor who was a highly respected doctor, wasn't he?
However, he never felt that Wu Zhou would really take medicine honestly, so no matter what kind of medicine it was, it was just bought to satisfy the concerns of his family.
As for those spirits, he didn't even know what his adults were going to use them for, but he only knew that his adults would never give up trying various methods until they were at the end of their rope.
I don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune for Wu Zhou to be so concerned.
The moment he poured the boiling liquor into the wooden barrel and carried it into the room, Shi suddenly felt that Wu Zhou was very lucky.
After all, when you are alive, there are people who feel sorry for you. Even though they know it will not help, there are still people who are willing to take good care of you.
"Sir, this is the strongest wine in the town. However, the doctor has instructed that people with cold should not drink it."
"I didn't say I wanted him to drink." Qianye broke free from Wu Zhou's arm, looked at the wooden barrel with white smoke, threw two pieces of cloth into it, and reached out to untie Wu Zhou's robe.
Wu Zhou already felt cold all over, and now someone wanted to take off his clothes. Naturally, he was unwilling. He moved his arms hard and tried to tighten his clothes.
"I'll help you rub your body with wine. The fever will dissipate and you won't feel so uncomfortable."
Wu Zhou shook his head vigorously. He may not have much thinking ability anymore, but he clearly felt cold now, colder to the bone than any other time on weekdays. For the first time, he was so cold that he could hardly stand it.
But someone advised him to dissipate the heat. Does this mean that he would not be willing to do anything until he was tortured to death?
Qianye tried not to be rough, but only messed up Wu Zhou's clothes. Seeing that he didn't cooperate at all, she couldn't help but feel a little angry, "Wu Zhou, I won't hurt you, can you trust me?"
Wu Zhou was breathing heavily, perhaps from illness or from anger. He clenched his clothes tightly and gritted his teeth faintly.
Qianye lowered his head again and persuaded: "I know you may not understand what I am talking about now, but I am doing it for your own good, so I can only..."
Suddenly, Wu Zhou stood up suddenly and seemed to finally open his eyes while swaying, but he glared at her.
I was afraid that I couldn't even find the direction, but I just got out of bed and staggered out.
Qianye looked confused. She finally understood why sick people are said to be unreasonable. Nowadays, sick demons are even more unreasonable!
Did he think she was going to harm him? She would leave if she was not good to him?
Wu Zhou, you are at least a dignified demon king. Can your thinking be less childish and naive?
Shi watched Wu Zhou staggering towards him. Even though he couldn't open his eyes, he walked towards the door tenaciously.
"Sir, this is..." San didn't say anything when he saw Qianye, and hurriedly moved aside.
"If he thinks I'm not good to him, then let him go. If he doesn't go through torture, how can he tell who is good to him?" Qianye also said angrily.