"Yu Chiyin, are you looking to die?"
Jiu Yi held him down, the teasing expression on his face fading, revealing a touch of coldness, "I don't care what you want to do, but you are going to lie down properly for an hour."
"You may not take your life seriously, but I can't afford to tarnish the reputation of Jiu's medical services. Your life is now in my hands, understand?"
Having said that, he lightly stopped Yu Chiyin from pulling out the needle and inserted it back into the vein on the back of his hand.
The infusion continued.
Yu Chiyin, unable to muster any strength, leaned on the bed gasping for air, yet his eyes were stubbornly defiant, "Jiu Yi, I need to get out... "
"And do what, is there anything more important than your life?" Jiu Yi retorted offhandedly.
After the retort, as if he thought of something, the motion of reaching for the fruit to eat paused, and he looked at him with an expression reserved for idiots and lunatics.
"...Is it because of your wife again?"
