"Uncle Rong, why are you standing there foolishly?! Hurry up and tie him up! Lest he scratches his own skin raw!"
Hearing Ji Furong's words, Uncle Rong snapped back to reality.
"Alright, alright, I'll bind him right away."
With a heavy heart, Uncle Rong stepped forward and tied up Lu Jihan's limbs.
"Young Master, if the pain comes again, you must endure it. Please don't harm yourself anymore, okay?"
Lu Jihan clenched his teeth and silently nodded.
However, as the alcohol slowly wore off, the pain within his body began to awaken.
Soon, more intense pain surged forth.
Bound and convulsing, trembling, clenching his jaw, his brow was drenched in cold sweat, unable to suppress the pain, he began biting his own lips.
Ji Furong, seeing this, was terrified, "Uncle Rong, quick! Get a towel for him to bite on! Otherwise, he'll bite off his own tongue!"
In a panic, Uncle Rong found a clean wet towel and placed it in Lu Jihan's mouth.
This torment seemed endless.
