I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 191 Sister, He Bullied Me

"Or should I feed you mouthful by mouthful with a spoon?"

The pharmacist's voice was gentle.

But what came out was like a nightmare.

Yan Ping's floating consciousness struggled out of the pain, and his eyelashes fluttered for a long time before he woke up.

His body was soaked with cold sweat, and the light in front of his eyes was dim. He could vaguely see a figure and something he was holding.

Yan Ping looked at that thing with disgust, and a hint of violence flashed in his distracted eyes.

"roll!"

He raised his hand suddenly and hit him, but the person dodged it easily.

Just this one action makes the body weaker.

He was breathing weakly, but his chest did not rise or fall much, making him look particularly fragile.

If his relatives and friends who grew up with him saw him at this moment, perhaps they would agree with him.

Although the man next to him looked a little distressed, his voice remained unchanged and gentle.

"No, you have to take the medicine, three bowls a day, not one less."

The pharmacist's hands were steady as he held Yan Ping's body, without the slightest shake.

Yan Ping felt his anger grow as he listened to his voice. He forced himself to concentrate and stared at him with gritted teeth.

"There is a question that I have been curious about for a long time."

The pharmacist looked at him with some confusion and spoke slowly, "What are you curious about?"

Yan Ping's eyes fell on the medicine he was holding, and he said word by word, "You are a pharmacist, but you don't go to make pills. Instead, you make this medicine for me to drink every day. Are you deliberately torturing me?"

When the pharmacist heard this, he suddenly realized what was going on. Looking at the young man in front of him, a warm smile appeared on his face.

"No, it's mainly because your body is too weak and needs to be recuperated."

"The effect of the pill is not as good as the decoction, please don't misunderstand."

After the pharmacist finished speaking, he put the medicine next to his mouth.

"Drink the medicine quickly. You have to drink it while it's hot. Once it gets cold, the medicinal properties will be gone."

Seeing Yan Ping still trying to resist.

The pharmacist said decisively, "If you don't drink it, I will tell her that you have sword intent again."

Yan Ping froze, and sparks appeared in his eyes.

"What else can you do besides complaining?"

The pharmacist thought about it carefully and raised the bowl in his hand, "I also know medical skills and how to make medicine."

Yan Ping: “…”

The pharmacist looked down at the medicine which was already losing much of its heat, and his voice became serious.

"I can't put it off any longer. If you don't drink it yourself, I'll feed you."

Yan Ping listened to his words, took a deep breath, then slowly raised his hand and took the medicine.

My hands were shaking a little, partly because of the pain and weakness, and partly because of anger.

Yan Ping looked at the dark green medicine in the bowl, closed his eyes, and then opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine whole.

Even so, he could feel a burning and nauseous feeling from his mouth to his throat and then to his stomach.

Waves of nausea kept rising from my stomach.

Yan Ping suddenly lay on his side on the bed, covering his mouth with one hand and supporting his body with the other.

The hands that were supporting the body were clenched into a ball with the bed sheets, veins bulging on the back of the hands, making him look extremely uncomfortable.

The fingers of the hand covering his mouth pressed harder and harder, and the pain suppressed the nausea that was churning up in his stomach.

The pharmacist looked at his miserable appearance, a sigh flashed across his eyes, and he patted his back gently to help him calm down.

After Yan Ping calmed down completely, he lay exhausted on the bed.

The pharmacist used his spiritual power to cleanse him from head to toe, and only after his body became dry again did he put him back on the bed.

With his eyes half closed, Yan Ping could still make some breathing sounds, which were filled with boredom, irritability and powerlessness.

"Put away your bad intentions."

The pharmacist pinched Yan Ping's face, and the gentle aura around him turned into seriousness.

“This is not good intentions.”

"Be loyal to people who trust you and do what they ask of you. This is the principle of conduct."

The person on the bed didn't move.

The pharmacist looked at his completely closed eyes, sighed, and pulled the quilt over him.

When Yan Ping woke up from his deep sleep, everything in front of him was dark and he moved his head uncomfortably.

A cool and refreshing breath approached him, raised a hand and pressed his shoulder, the voice was light and ethereal.

"A Ping, don't move."

Yan Ping froze, "Sister."

The woman next to him chuckled, "Why are you shouting so stiffly? What did you do?"

Yan Ping was silent. Although he almost took action during the day, only he and the pharmacist knew about it, and his sister would never know about it.

He breathed a sigh of relief and groped his hands to his eyes to make sure they were open, but he still couldn't see anything.

Yan Ping tilted his head and said calmly, "Sister, I can't see anymore."

The woman next to him pulled his hand down, put it back into the quilt, and said casually.

"Doctor Wen said that your body was already weak. Today you forcefully mobilized your sword power, which hurt your vitality. You will be fine after some recuperation."

Yan Ping: “…”

My sister's voice was calm and steady, without any intention of settling scores.

But he suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed the back of his neck and could not help but shrink his shoulders.

Then Yan Ping turned his head towards Doctor Wen on the other side. Although he couldn't see with his eyes, the anger was visible on his face.

"Turtle..."

The name that was about to come out of his mouth was stopped in time by Yan Ping, and Yan Ping's face turned red.

"…Liar! You don't keep your word!"

Doctor Wen was confused and looked a little dazed, "Huh?"

Yan Ping, who was lying on the bed, was hit on the forehead by a finger snap, followed by his sister's serious voice.

"Don't be rude to Doctor Wen."

Yan Ping was unwilling to give in, "I didn't!"

Doctor Wen realized what Yan Ping meant belatedly, and he uttered "ah" again, his voice full of innocence.

"I never said I wouldn't tell her."

Yan Ping was so angry that he tried to stand up, but was pushed down by his sister again.

"You are very weak, don't move."

Yan Ping's eyes were red, "Sister, he bullied me!"

The elder sister sighed silently, and she pushed the long hair in front of Yan Ping's eyes to the side.

Yan Ping did not get a response, and a murderous intent emerged from his body. He grabbed his sister's hand in grievance.

"Sister, help me kill him!"

elder sister:"……"

She glanced at Doctor Wen apologetically, then grabbed Yan Ping's face and said, "Doctor Wen has taken care of your body for so long, you can't repay your kindness with hatred."

Yan Ping's murderous intent never faded.

"But he bullied me!"

The sister looked at the redness in his dilated pupils and grabbed his face a little harder.

"That's for your own good. Your body is in such a bad state that no one can cure you except Doctor Wen."

But Yan Ping couldn't listen at this time, and there was more and more murderous intent in his pupils.

"Sister, can you kill him?"

His sister frowned at him, and the hand that was pinching his face slid along his earlobe to the back of his neck, and pinched it gently.

Physics makes people sleep.

The murderous intent around Yan Ping suddenly dissipated, his eyes closed again, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Doctor Wen: “…”

How straightforward.