Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

In the Prince's Mansion, An Ting was sitting on the soft couch in the room. At this time, it was raining lightly outside the window. Seeing that the charcoal fire was getting smaller, Xiao Sui consciously stepped forward to add more charcoal.

An Ting held the heater in his hand and kept looking out the window at the misty and rainy scenery.

He doesn't like rainy days very much. He always feels that rainy days are cold and humid, making every part of his body feel uncomfortable. But he also prefers this hazy feeling, which is as charming as being in a fairyland.

"An An."

Situ Yue walked into the room, and the attendant behind him was holding the medicine that An Ting was about to drink.

As soon as the medicine was placed in front of An Ting, he immediately covered his nose and frowned, as if he wanted to vomit.

"Still drinking it? I've been drinking it for several days. This medicine is too bitter."

An Ting suddenly missed the Western medicine in the modern world. Just swallow it one by one. The bitter taste would not fill the entire mouth like now. Even eating candied fruit cannot cover up the bitter taste.

"Sickness will only heal if you drink it. Good medicine tastes bitter."

"But after I drank it for so many days, I really felt like I was soaking in a medicine jar. My whole body was filled with the smell of medicine, and I almost couldn't stand it."

Situ Yue walked to An Ting and sat down. He gently held his waist and comforted him softly: "Good boy, after you recover from your illness, we can go to Jiangnan together. Haven't you always wanted to go to Jiangnan? How can we get there now that your body is so weak?"

"But I really don't want to drink it."

"Then I'll feed you, and then we'll have some candied fruit after you drink it."

"Humph, you coax me like a child every time."

"Then you're pretty good at this, aren't you?"

Situ Yue picked up the medicine bowl, put a mouthful of Chinese medicine in his mouth, then grabbed the back of An Ting's neck and kissed his thin lips, and poured the Chinese medicine into his mouth little by little.

After going back and forth like this, Situ Yue finally finished feeding the medicine.

"Today's preserves taste good, do you want to try them?"

Situ Yue picked up a candied fruit and put it into An Ting's mouth. The sweetness of the candied fruit immediately covered up the bitter taste of the Chinese medicine, but the smell of the Chinese medicine still remained in the house, which made An Ting still feel depressed.

"Yue, did Divine Doctor Bu ever tell me how long I should take this medicine?"

"Half a year."

"Half a year?! Why?"

"Because this medicine is a substitute, the substitute herbal medicine is certainly not as effective as those few herbs. If it were those few herbs, Doctor Bu can tell you that the disease will be cured within half a month."

"Can you stop drinking for so long?"

An Ting looked at Situ Yue aggrievedly. Although Situ Yue couldn't bear it, he still chose to let An Ting bear the pain of Chinese medicine between fate and suffering.

"I want you to live well and spend this life with me."

"But when the mission is over, I still have to leave."

After saying this, An Ting realized that there were outsiders around him.

Situ Yue glanced at the servant, who immediately left the room.

"An'an, as long as that lingering thought persists, you can spend this life with me."

An Ting looked stunned. He was surprised that Situ Yue actually knew the content of his mission.

"How did you know?"

"Your System 198 revealed to me that you haven't communicated with him for a long time. Do you still remember?"

It seemed that he hadn't heard System 198 speak for a long time, but System 198 was often lazy, so An Ting didn't think much about it.

"How do you know him? Also, how can you communicate with him? Can't he only communicate with the host?"

"The system I am bound to is the main system. I have permission to apply for System 198 to stay away from you. Except when necessary, he is not allowed to disturb you or us at other times."

No wonder An Ting has hardly heard System 198 chirping in his ears since he came to this world.

I'm really not used to it.

System 198, who was reading the H text at this time, seemed to sense that An Ting was talking about him, and he thought to himself: Who is thinking about me?