After the "torture," Ye Shikai collapsed on the bed. The medication was even more bitter than he imagined, and Zi Yun, that little girl, was laughing heartlessly.
"Alright, brother, this painkiller should make you feel a bit better," Zi Yun said with a smile.
"I hope so," Ye Shikai said, his face lined with frustration. If the medication was useless, he swore he would make Zi Yun taste this painkiller as well, but if it truly worked, it could be considered a good medicine. Compared to the severe pain that could knock him unconscious, what was a bitter taste in his mouth?
"What exactly is wrong with my body?" Ye Shikai muttered to himself, puzzled. He had never experienced anything like this before. Could it be a lingering ailment from the severe injury he suffered last time? But why would the severe pain occur daily? And even if it was an internal injury, Zi Yun should have been able to detect it, so why was it like this now?
