If he could, Ling Chen would have jumped out of bed and given He Zhishen a good beating. Unfortunately, all his strength was focused on enduring that pain, and he had no mood to seek trouble with He Zhishen. The other party also said that as long as he could endure it, he would still have hope of survival.
However, as time ticked by, not only did the pain not subside, but it grew even more intense. He gritted his teeth, and under the severe pain, his body began to convulse uncontrollably. Seeing his reaction, He Zhishen quickly walked to that row of wooden shelves, grabbed several bottles, and without a word, poured all the medicine inside into Ling Chen's mouth.
Yet, after consuming so much medication, Ling Chen did not improve; instead, the situation worsened. His convulsions became more severe, and he even foamed at the mouth. Before He Zhishen could think of other methods, Ling Chen suddenly fell silent, his eyes wide open, lying motionless there.
