"Drink."
After handing her the medicine, Gu Zhihan simply spat out one word, and then his ink-colored pupils stared at her intently.
"Why is it a powder?" As soon as Mengmeng saw the liquid contained in his bowl, her little face immediately drooped, "Aren't there any fever-reducing capsules or pills?"
Capsules and pills were already difficult enough to swallow; why on earth did powders even exist.
"No!" Gu Zhihan could see her reluctance, his eyebrows knitting together, but instead of persuading her, he threatened, "If you really don't want to drink it, I won't force you, but then we'll need to go to the hospital for an injection!"
As he spoke, he observed the little girl's face while pretending to pour the medicine into the trash can next to him.
"Don't pour it away... Can't I just drink it!"
Upon hearing this, Mengmeng, who had been reluctant to take the medicine just a moment ago, snatched the bowl from his hands and pinched her nose, swallowing it all in one gulp.
