it was late autumn in the capital. it was not warm yet and the apartment was cold. chen wang stared at the row of medicine in front of him. it felt like a pile of torture instruments were placed in front of him ...
he could choose how he wanted to die.
fu qinyuan stared straight at him, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"are you allergic to any medicine?"
"no, i didn't," in fact, chen wang had prepared some common medicine in his suitcase when he went out. he thought that it was just a minor illness and that it would be over soon. he did not take it out to eat, but he did not expect fu qinyuan to give him a bunch.
"have you had lunch?"
"i've eaten."
" actually, i'm not really sick ... " chen wang coughed as his throat itched while he was explaining.
"i think you're sick, and you're really sick!"
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