On the fourth day of convalescence.
Su Yan came over carrying a bowl of very strong medicinal soup.
She placed it on the table.
Ji Yan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bowl of black herbal medicine, his eyes which usually shone brightly, now drooping.
Su Yan spoke out,
"You need to drink this medicine."
Ji Yan still did not move.
Just bowing his head in silence, protesting without words.
Because Ji Yan's body had developed antibodies to some medications.
A traditional Chinese doctor had been consulted to take over his recuperation.
The first time he took the herbal medicine, Ji Yan had acted as if he had been greatly wronged.
It was still Su Yan who coaxed him with two pieces of candy, several kisses, and a hug before he finally drank it.
It was to be taken once a day, and this was the third time.
Although he was reluctant to drink it before, he didn't make it very obvious.
But now, for some reason, he was becoming increasingly difficult to placate.
