A bitter taste spread out, and Ye Zao frowned, almost pinching her nose as she gulped it down in one go.
She even choked at the end, coughing several times and nearly vomiting from nausea.
Fourth Master gently patted her back, "Lie down?"
Ye Zao shook her head, continuing to lean against the pillow.
Fourth Master sighed, "How have you become so frail? Weren't you quite well before? What are you afraid of? I'm only punishing you for others to see."
"I know, even though you're punishing me for others to see, I really have learned my lesson. I truly remember it," Ye Zao said with a smile.
"That's good." Fourth Master stroked her head, "After a while, I will find a pretext to restore your title, hm?"
"Okay." Ye Zao said as she closed her eyes, truly lacking the energy to do more, but still holding on to Fourth Master's hand.
Perhaps it was because patients are more likely to have weakened willpower, always hoping for someone to stay by their side.
