Zhao Fanyu's mind was such a muddled mess, he didn't know left from right, up from down, and his whole body was as heavy as lead.
"Is this really necessary?" Voices were like sounds that floated in the air without any true meaning.
"Are you that eager to live out a fate crueler than death? Have you forgotten what he's capable of?"
"..."
"Hurry up. You can't expect me to be wiping your asshole each time now can you?"
There were footsteps and someone grabbed a told of his jaw. There wasn't much force, but he couldn't move even an inch against it. And though Zhao Fanyu's eyes were open, his vision was unseeing. But there was a sense of familiarity with the person in front of him...but he couldn't unravel more details than that.
A thick, bitter liquid was poured down his throat. He coughed but even that was too weak to expel the strange medicine from traveling into his body.
"Hold his mouth closed! Do you want him to spill it all out and mess up the dosage?"
