Zhou Jingyi held up the bowl of potion and sat on the edge of the bed, pinning Shi Fengming's chin tightly with one hand while pouring the potion into his mouth with the other.
Shi Fengming had never been treated this way before, anger causing the veins on his forehead to bulge as he glared furiously at Zhou Jingyi, "You wicked woman, how dare you! I'll make you pay for this!"
"Young Master, you should focus on recovering from your illness before you say anything else!" Zhou Jingyi said gently: "It seems the medication is really effective, seeing that after a few days, Young Master, your spirit has improved a lot and you're quite strong now!"
Shi Fengming was startled and stopped struggling subconsciously.
However, Zhou Jingyi forcefully pried his mouth open and poured the potion down in one go.
The intense bitterness surged up, causing Shi Fengming's eyebrows to furrow tightly. As he opened his mouth to shout, the potion flowed down even faster.
