The drunkard pulled him back, holding him, not letting him go. His pale face still had a smile, but in Qing Yi's eyes, that smile made his heart ache endlessly.
"I'm a doctor myself, why look for a doctor?"
"Haven't you heard that doctors can't treat themselves? Doctors can't be patients?" Qing Yi was anxious.
"It's really nothing, just go back and take some stomach medicine." The drunkard said while grabbing Qing Yi's arm and walking forward, but he couldn't straighten his back due to the stomach pain.
Watching the drunkard struggle to walk, Qing Yi stood still, unwilling to move. His face, usually gentle and smiling, carried a hint of anger.
The drunkard looked at Qing Yi, saw he was angry, felt bitter inside, but still smiled: "It's really nothing, this stomach pain is just temporary. Maybe it will be fine even before we get to Wu Garden, and even if I go to see the doctor, they will just prescribe stomach medicine. Their stomach medicine isn't as good as mine."
