"No, Yanbai, you've already taken the medicine twice this month. If you take it a third time, your dependency will only worsen. Hold on, unless it's absolutely necessary, you mustn't increase the dosage again." Yu Yanbai tried to persuade him earnestly.
Yu Chiyin was drenched in cold sweat, enduring the pain with all his strength for a moment.
But the more he tried to endure, the stronger the sensation in his body—the feeling of being devoured alive by ants—as if it were gnawing away at his internal organs.
"Father..." He couldn't hold back anymore, his bloodshot eyes pleading as they stared at Yu Yanbai.
"I can't take it anymore... I'm begging you, begging you... give me the medicine, please..."
Yu Chiyin reached out his trembling hand, but in the next second, both of his hands gripped the table's edge tightly, slamming his head against the tabletop.
The commotion in the office eventually alerted the secretary outside.
