Fortunately, they came prepared today, and even the medicine was fully prepared on the ship. Once the prescription was made, the medicine was brewed shortly afterward.
But the girl lying on the couch was very stubborn, hazy and asleep, yet she refused to swallow the medicine.
Lu Ziyuan picked up a handkerchief to wipe the medicine that leaked from her lips, then held her chin, gently pinched her cheeks, tilted his head to take a mouthful of medicine, and leaned down to feed her.
A bowl of medicine was fed clean in this mouth-to-mouth manner.
Perhaps it was too bitter that the feverish and delusional girl slightly wrinkled her nose, showing a touch of aggrieved expression on her face.
Lu Ziyuan also tasted the bitterness; he stared fixedly, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as the bitterness followed his throat down and remained in his chest, surging almost uncontrollably.
