Jiang Li took a ring of keys from inside his robe and slowly unlocked the cell door. Miss Lin walked inside, one step at a time.
This beauty has guts. Seeing how miserable she looks, I really hope this stuff does some good.
Watching the scene, Chu Youning could not help sighing inwardly.
The moment Miss Lin approached Wen Jiuliang, he began struggling wildly.
Miss Lin did not recoil from him. She firmly pulled him into her arms and gently patted his back, little by little.
"Don't be afraid, Jiuliang. Your sister brought you some medicine. Drink a little, and perhaps you'll get better right away."
"Once you're better, I'll take you home immediately."
Miss Lin's voice was very gentle, but Wen Jiuliang suddenly turned vicious and bit her shoulder.
Miss Lin trembled, but she endured the pain without crying out. She continued gently patting Wen Jiuliang's shoulder, patiently soothing him, one sentence at a time.
Little by little, Wen Jiuliang calmed down.
Perhaps the taste of blood in his mouth brought him out of his daze. He stared blankly at the crimson seeping through Miss Lin's shoulder, then instantly shuffled several steps backward.
"Sister, stay away from me. I'm beyond saving. Give up on me!"
Alongside the struggle and guilt in Wen Jiuliang's eyes, there was now a trace of a wish to die.
"Jiuliang, I'm begging you. One last time. Let's try this medicine one last time, all right?"
Miss Lin tried approaching Wen Jiuliang again. She slowly removed the stopper from the porcelain bottle and looked at him, tears streaming down her face as though they would never stop.
Wen Jiuliang remained silent for a long time. In the end, he stopped resisting and nodded.
A few drops of blood entered his mouth. They tasted somewhat metallic,