Jian Xi supported Si Yuhuan's tall and stalwart figure in her arms as she fed him medicine.
The man was so heavy; she felt like she was about to be crushed.
Anxious, angry, and impatient, she snapped, "Hey! Don't you have any strength left? Can't you drink this yourself?"
She'd been taking care of him for five days with no sign of improvement. She was genuinely starting to worry her prediction would come true and he might actually die.
Si Yuhuan sagged against her. "I feel terrible. If you don't want to take care of me, you could find a caregiver."
"Forget it. I'm afraid you've offended too many people. They might get someone to kill you."
Jian Xi couldn't figure out why the caregivers and nurses seemed to be targeting Si Yuhuan.
It was inevitable; someone he had offended must have bribed them. The fact they hadn't killed him already was an extraordinary act of mercy.
"Then I'll take another sip."
"So troublesome!"
