Gu Shaocheng lay against the pillow with a stern face, no longer having any energy left to consider matters of love. Even those with strong stamina wouldn't feel energetic after countless trips to the toilet.
As the saying goes, "illness strikes like a collapsing mountain," and it couldn't be more accurate.
He paid little attention to Chenxing's gentle patting of his hand. He glanced at her indifferently for about fifteen seconds, watching her skillfully insert the needle into the vein on the back of his hand and then quietly closed his eyes.
He was angry at himself!
Still upset about his shattered image of being tall and mighty.
Until someone whispered softly, "You, time for medicine."
Gu Shaocheng ignored it still with his eyes closed.
Chenxing held a cup of warm water in one hand and two anti-diarrheal pills and an anti-inflammatory tablet in another, and called out again, "This medicine, the doctor said should be taken right away."
