Wang Yue was surprised. He hadn't expected Old Father Zhou to understand the medicine's effects so well. He'd only taken it once, and already he knew what it could do. That was impressive.
But then Wang Yue thought about it and figured Old Father Zhou had probably read far too many odds and ends during his idle years.
The medicine really was most effective the first time. A second dose wouldn't do much, though it could still extend his life by two or three years.
Wang Yue was mainly worried that Old Father Zhou hadn't recovered his strength yet. If he got angry again, the medicine could keep him going. But seeing that Old Father Zhou refused to take it, Wang Yue didn't know what to say. He still held the pill to Old Father Zhou's lips, making no move to withdraw it.
Old Father Zhou sighed and said helplessly, "The medicine your wife gave me last time already drew a lot of attention. This time, the doctors have probably already decided what's wrong with me. If I come back from the dead and live on for a while longer, it'll be bad for you."
Wang Yue felt touched. He was someone who repaid kindness, though he'd never expected anything in return from Old Father Zhou. Now he could see that Old Father Zhou didn't want to take the medicine because he didn't want to put him in danger. It moved him deeply.
Wang Yue shook his head and said casually, "Dad, don't worry about it. With my status now, who could do anything to me?"
Old Father Zhou stubbornly shook his head, still refusing to take the medicine. He said sternly, "Don't think you can just shove it into my mouth. I'll spit it out anyway. You should be