Lin Jinran couldn't sit still and fell to the side. Fu Mohan put his hand on Lin Jinran's shoulder and pulled Lin Jinran over to him.

Lin Jinran's body leaned against Fu Mohan, and his head rested on Fu Mohan's shoulder. The smell of Chinese medicine mixed with the fragrance of a woman hit his face.

He frowned displeased and wanted to push Lin Jinran away. At this time, the maid Tiantian had already handed the medicine bowl in front of him.

Fu Mohan still frowned, raised his arms, and held the medicine bowl in his long slender hands.

The other hand pinched Lin Jinran's chin, placed the medicine bowl next to Lin Jinran's lips and teeth, raised her wrist, and poured the deep-colored medicine into her mouth.

Soon the concoction flowed down Lin Jinran's lips, and the concoction stained Fu Mohan's hands. His dark eyes were filled with deep disgust.

Tiantian who was watching on the side was extremely worried that this would choke Lin Jinran.

Her worries were not unnecessary, because Lin Jinran soon broke out into a violent coughing sound and sprayed out all the concoction he had just drank. Some of the concoction even sprayed on Fu Mohan's white shirt.

Fu Mohan's stern face was completely filled with emotion. He moved the medicine bowl towards Tiantian, let go of Lin Jinran and stood up. He quickly pulled out the tissue on the bedside, his brows and eyes filled with disgust and disgust.

What a shameless woman!

A violent and uncomfortable cough also woke up the comatose Lin Jinran. Her cheeks were red, and her open eyes were stained with tears, like some kind of injured animal.

It took her a while to catch her breath, and she raised her wet eyes to look at the man wiping his fingers beside the bed, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Give her the medicine." Fu Mo ordered in a cold voice, his black eyes staring coldly at the weak and pitiful woman on the bed.

Pretending to be so pitiful, who is showing it to you?

If it weren't for her trick, Ruochu wouldn't still be lying in the ward now.

He doesn’t have to marry this woman!

Thinking of Lin Ruochu, the temperature of those black eyes plummeted, becoming even more deadly cold.

Fu Mohan stared at Lin Jinran coldly, his cold voice as cold as ice, "Lin Jinran, if you don't want to die, just drink the medicine!"

Lin Jinran took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, struggled to hold herself up, and leaned against the bed, panting slightly.

Reaching out to take the concoction handed over by the maid, she lowered her eyes, ignoring the gloomy breath of the man beside her, and poured the medicine into her mouth one by one.

The decoction was very bitter, which made her frown and resist.

Growing up, what she was most afraid of was taking medicine. She didn’t know why, but it was very difficult for her to swallow the medicine. Later, her mother gave her Chinese medicine.

She still remembered that after taking one sip, she would never take another sip, and she would eat a lot of sugar to relieve the bitterness in her mouth.

The soup in the bowl was still bitter and astringent. She frowned but did not refuse and drank the medicine without saying a word.

Lin Jinran knew very well that nothing could happen to her. If something happened to her, what would her mother do?

She must live well and wait for her mother to wake up!

After drinking all of it, Lin Jinran covered his mouth with one hand, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach.

She was sick and very weak. She hadn't eaten anything for another day and had to drink such a bitter concoction. After the concoction reached her stomach, she became overwhelmed.

Her originally pale face was even more ugly.

Fu Mohan watched her put the empty bowl aside, with a disdainful sneer on her lips. It was a waste of life to drink the medicine so eagerly!
Chapter completed!