Ming Shu took the medicine to apply to his wound again. "What have you been doing lately?"
"N-nothing." Just went to kick Xiao Jinghan. Who let him beat me up, hmph.
Ming Shu carefully applied the medicine with a swab. "Nothing? Then why did the wound get worse? Are you here to waste my medicine on purpose?"
"I don't know, but is it that your medicine is out of date, guru?" Shu Lin insisted. "Ah… Guru, why do you abuse the patient?"
Ming Shu lightened the pressure. "Because I just want to."
Shu Lin said in a wronged tone, "It hurts."
"That's good. It proves you're not dead." Ming Shu pulled his clothes back into place, then continued, "If it doesn't hurt, you'll be dead on the ground."
"Even if I die, I'll die with you," Shu Lin said angrily. "I'm your man alive, and I'll be your ghost dead."
