Chapter 83 He Tortures Himself Again

  "Hey, you'd better listen carefully, or he'll really get angry and who knows what kind of weird medicine he'll give you. Last time you made a small fuss, he fed you something unknown and you couldn't speak for two days." As soon as Ke Huan Ye mentioned the last time she made a small fuss, she still couldn't help but feel a black line on her head. This old man's ability to hold grudges was even better than his medical skills. If he wasn't satisfied with something, he might put something in your medicine, and that would be a disaster."

  "Ke Huan Ye, with so many hospitals to choose from, why do you insist on coming here?" Wen Tian's dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, suppressing the anger in his chest, as he gave her a sideways glance and spoke in a cold tone.

  "It's not like it's far away or expensive, besides, you can't find a better Chinese doctor than him in the whole world. Don't worry, doctors have professional ethics and won't randomly add stuff to your medicine." Ke Huan Ye ran to his side, looking down at him with an expression that said "don't worry, I won't let them harm you".

  The old man could fool anyone, the only one he couldn't fool was the iceberg in front of him. He remembered that time when the old man wasn't happy and fooled him once by putting castor oil in his medicine. As a result, after the demon finished pulling his stomach, he destroyed the entire laboratory, countless precious medicinal materials, semi-finished products, and finished products were all destroyed. In the end, it was she who came forward and begged for two days before the old man let him off. From then on, whenever they met, except for scolding him a few times, he didn't dare to tamper with his medicine again.

  "Yehou, bring me two Snow Lotus petals, quickly." A voice echoed from the adjacent room, belonging to Zhuge Shenhou.

  Ke Huan Ye accurately found the medicine cabinet, took two pieces of Xue Lian and ran out, but turned back at the door, slightly raised her eyebrows, and looked at Wen Tian Mu with a threatening tone: "You wait for a while, don't run away, or else, even if you die from illness in the future, I won't care."

  The girl at the door looked at him with a warm and bright smile, her big eyes shining brightly as she stretched out her fist, which didn't have any intimidating power but instead added to her lively and lovely appearance.

  "Mm." Wen Tianmu was slightly dazed for a moment, nodded and softly responded.

  He had promised her that he would take care of her here, so he wouldn't leave. If the old man dared to put something in his medicine this time, he would cry until he was blind.

  Ke Huan Ye had just left, and Zhuge Shen Hou mysteriously pulled her to one side, carefully looking around behind her to make sure Wen Tian Mu hadn't followed, before quietly asking: "Ye Ye, what's going on with you and that stinky little brat, making him self-inflict again?"

  "What?"

  Self-abuse. Upon hearing these two words, Ke Huan Ye suddenly started raging and loudly asked back, but was covered by Zhuge Shen Hou's hand over his mouth.

  "You don't know, this kid's problem is due to cold air entering the body and causing poor blood circulation. He must have been soaking in cold water for at least five hours last night, otherwise, with his physique, he wouldn't have a fever. Take out your phone and ask Xiao Si." Zhuge Shenhou spoke mysteriously, still afraid that Wen Tianmu would overhear their conversation, occasionally glancing up to sneak a peek.

  Ke Huan Ye took out her phone and dialed Zhuge Xing Chen's number. A lazy voice responded on the other end, "Crown Princess, have you seen the Crown Prince? He shook us off yesterday and went missing on his own."

  "What's going on, what happened yesterday?" Ke Huan Ye lowered his voice, self-deprecating. Was he only capable of self-deprecation? That damned Wen Tian Mu, he deserved to die from fever.