The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Qin Shi calmed down his emotions, turned his head slightly, and looked at Yuan Sichen who was coming. He didn't speak, and Yuan Sichen didn't speak after he came.

It seemed that the shout just now was just for... a reminder.

After Yuan Sichen glanced at Qin Shi, he walked into the room with the medicine in his hand: "Master, the medicine is ready."

"Bring it." Xiao Shixun replied.

Yuan Sichen walked over with the medicine in his hand, and saw Su Fuliu, who was emotionally unstable, struggling uneasily, splashing water everywhere, how could he take the medicine like this?

"Master, Mr. Xiao is like this, I'm afraid it's not easy to feed the medicine, or the subordinates..."

Before Yuan Sichen could finish speaking, Xiao Shixun reprimanded displeasedly: "Just let you bring the medicine!"

"Yes..." Yuan Sichen didn't dare to say anything more, so he stretched out his hand and handed over the medicine bowl.

Xiao Shixun took the medicine bowl, put on a gentle look, and said, "Good boy, take the medicine."

But Su Fuliu, who was no longer pinched by the back of the neck, saw Xiao Shixun let go, and immediately lay down on the other side of the tub, trying to avoid him.

"If Jing'er doesn't drink the medicine obediently, don't blame me for being rude." Xiao Shixun looked at Su Fuliu, who was lying on the trembling side of the tub with both hands tightly, and said in a bad tone.

Su Fuliu ignored him, just kept coughing there.

Xiao Shixun, who had no patience, went over and grabbed Su Fuliu's cheek, and forcibly gulped down the medicine in his hand.

"Uh, woo, cough cough..."

"Jing'er is really bad, I just want you to drink your medicine well and get better soon, why do you insist on forcing me to be so rude to you?" After finishing speaking, Xiao Shixun threw the empty bowl in his hand on the ground .

That crisp sound made Su Fuliu tremble in shock, even if he was unconscious, he was frightened like this, if he was awake, it would be much more painful.

When Su Fuliu fully woke up, it was already the next morning.

He just felt that he was having a terrible and terrible nightmare.

He opened his misty eyes, looked to the side, and saw Xiao Shixun sitting beside the bed tenderly, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing him wake up, Xiao Shixun reached out and touched his forehead: "Well, the fever is finally gone."

Then he stroked Su Fuliu's cheek lightly, looked at the bruises that had not faded from his pinching, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Cough..." Su Fuliu didn't answer, but couldn't help coughing lightly.

"Why are you still coughing? Yuan Sichen, bring me that doctor." Xiao Shixun shouted immediately.

Not long after, Yuan Sichen found the previous doctor.

Xiao Shixun looked at the doctor expressionlessly, and asked, "Why hasn't his cough healed yet?"

The doctor hurried over to give Su Fuliu his pulse, and replied: "Well, this cough is always getting better slowly... It doesn't mean that it will be cured when the fever subsides, it still needs more... er..."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Xiao Shixun broke his neck directly: "Trash, change it later."

"Yes..." Yuan Sichen quickly turned around and went to the doctor again.

Su Fuliu looked at Xiao Shixun who killed people at every turn, and couldn't help recurring the scene of his father, queen and queen being killed in his mind.

He immediately closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Shixun comforted him: "Jing'er is not afraid, I am just short of breath for a while, he can't even treat a disease well, damn it."

Su Fuliu ignored him, but grabbed the corner of the quilt, trying hard to shake off the nightmare in his mind.

The newly recruited doctor backed away in fright when he saw the corpse on the ground.

Xiao Shixun glanced at him: "If you dare to retreat, I will let you die here too."