Duan Lin stood in front of the bed, staring at the man on the bed with an unclear expression.
After Ethan Fang gave up vomiting, he slowly spoke, "Master, do you really not want to take medicine?"
Ethan Fang raised his head stiffly, revealing a pale smile, "Three at a time, that's too much."
The face looking down at him was too cold and terrifying. He felt a little guilty and naturally lowered his gaze to the hand of his little disciple.
On the back of the hand that was clenched into a fist, the veins were bulging and a faint creaking sound could be heard between the joints.
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