The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer

Chapter 1441 - 1525: Like the Old Lady Has No Temper

"Master... Forgive me for overstepping. I believe you need to eat something, otherwise, at this rate, your body won’t hold out."

Qinghe frowned slightly. Ah Lian glanced at Dong Huiying, who was lying on the bed like a corpse: "Even if... even if you don’t think of yourself, you must think of that person. If your health fails and you collapse, this journey will inevitably be delayed quite a bit?"

She really mustered up great courage to say this, her neck felt chilly. Fortunately, although the Master was in a bad mood, he could still listen to advice.

Qinghe clenched the wine cup in his hand, his expression deep. Finally, he heaved a sigh: "You’re right..." He had to meet her in his best state; Baobao loved to see him full of spirit, and she must not see him in his desolation. Otherwise, if she knew in heaven, she would worry about him.

But...

Worry?

Qinghe felt bitter once again.

He had once made such a grave mistake, once left her coldly and betrayed her. He was a scoundrel, initially approached her with ill intentions, toyed with her genuine affection, and played her in the palm of his hand. Even later, when he fell deeply into it, this affection was never reciprocal.

He had hurt her so deeply before; she probably wouldn’t want to see him.

With downcast eyes and a lonely bitter smile, Qinghe glanced at the dried bread, then put down the wine cup, picked up the soaked soft bread, eating it expressionlessly, yet it felt like fishbones stuck in his throat; each swallow was immensely difficult and painfully awkward.

Ah Lian, seeing Qinghe finally willing to eat, unobtrusively breathed a sigh of relief. Afterwards, she picked up another bowl of dried bread, approached the bed, lifted Dong Huiying’s upper body, letting her lean against the broken wooden bed, then joined her index and middle fingers together, tapping once on Dong Huiying’s neck.

"Miss, have some food."

She picked up a spoon, scooped some dried bread and tried to feed Dong Huiying, but Dong Huiying turned her head aside. Her body still couldn’t move, but above the neck, she was free. She squinted her eyes, fiercely like a little leopard, "I tell you, if you dare to tap my acupoints to make me faint or mute again, I’ll go on a hunger strike! If I starve to death, your clues will break off. Looking for someone? Hehehe, without me guiding you, even if you searched all of Dayuan, you wouldn’t find the person you’re looking for!"

A clay figure still has some fire, her heart was quite furious, being paralyzed by acupoint tapping could be tolerated, but they even blocked her mute acupoint? Ridiculous, did they know she nearly held her bladder until it was about to explode because she couldn’t relieve herself before? Her body couldn’t move, and she couldn’t speak; she almost couldn’t help but wet her pants!

Qinghe’s brows furrowed sharply.

He got up and walked towards Dong Huiying, snatching the porcelain bowl from Ah Lian’s hand, pried open Dong Huiying’s mouth, and rudely poured the bowl of dried bread into her mouth.

Fire raged in her eyes: "Pervert, scumbag, damn you!!" She was absolutely furious; she spat, spewing all the dry bread Qinghe forced into her mouth right onto Qinghe’s body.

Qinghe’s eyes turned gloomy; he lowered his gaze to the mess on his chest and suddenly grabbed Dong Huiying’s hair, pulling at her roots, causing her scalp to hurt.

With a bang, the back of her head slammed heavily into the wall as Qinghe pinned her head against it.

"My tolerance has limits!!"

The man’s voice was so cold it could drop icicles.

Dong Huiying’s face turned livid: "Screw you! You think I have no temper? Trying to bully me? You think you’re fit for that!?"