"Doctor, didn't you say it wouldn't hurt?"
The old doctor stroked his beard awkwardly, then said with a stern expression, "I told you not to move around. Did you listen?"
The patient felt terribly wronged. He hadn't moved at all; he'd even softened his breathing. Why was the doctor still accusing him of moving?
Fortunately, Chu Xuanzhen soon headed off toward the side courtyard, allowing the old doctor to breathe again. Whenever that man was around, he felt uncomfortable all over, with the constant illusion that his head was about to roll.
Perhaps he hadn't been getting enough rest lately?
The old doctor had no idea that these symptoms were actually the result of being frightened out of his wits.
Once Chu Xuanzhen brought him back to the side courtyard, Shen Yangge crawled out of his sleeve. The form he'd taken this time was rather small too, like Thumbelina.
When Shen Yangge saw Chu Xuanzhen take a red wooden box from inside his robes and reveal a pill, his entire dragon body went rigid.
He turned back into a tiny person and looked up at Chu Xuanzhen.
His golden dragon eyes were filled with enormous confusion.
Chu Xuanzhen picked up the pill and held it before Shen Yangge. Honestly, that huge black pill was bigger than Shen Yangge's entire face.
There was no way he could simply open his mouth and swallow it.
The pill gave off a faint scent of agarwood.
Shen Yangge believed that the darker a pill was, the more bitter it would taste. He responded to Chu Xuanzhen with an expression of refusal, shaking his little head.
[-No, no, I'm not eating it.]
[-Even if it's some all-purpose miracle tonic, I'm not eating it!]
[-Take it away. Take it all away.]
He opened his mouth, just