Xie Yuhuan pointed at Ji Yunchen and scolded, "You damned fellow, just you wait!"
Ji Yunchen said innocently, "Little Aunt Xie, don't be angry. Look at how good my medicine is. You only drank one bag. Not only can you walk, but you can also be angry and scold me. You don't have a headache anymore, and your legs aren't sore either. You're getting more and more energetic, so you should be grateful to the cockroach. How can you hate it?"
Upon hearing the word cockroach, Xie Yuhuan could not bother to quarrel with him anymore. She hurriedly hugged the toilet bowl and vomited again. She threw the washbasin far away. Only a ghost would believe Ji Yunchen's words. She would rather die than drink the medicine made of cockroaches. While she was vomiting, Ji Yunchen took the opportunity to take out some things from the medical box.
