The doctor, however, said it was all a ss, claiming the prescription was a cure-all with benign drugs, but with so many mismatched drugs combined, it was uncertain whether the treatnt would work or if it would produce other adverse effects. The doctor also admitted he didn’t know.
"Can this dicine even be taken?" Mrs. Jun covered her nose, her brow furrowed as she looked at the legs of so unknown insects floating on the surface of the dicine, feeling a bit nauseated.
"Couldn’t it have been brewed a bit longer? How can one possibly swallow such a large bowl?" Mrs. Jun also covered her nose, complaining from the side.
It really slled awful.
"Madam, it was brewed exactly according to the prescription," said the maid responsible for preparing the dicine.
Wuyang was itching so badly that he couldn’t stand it anymore. With no other option, he gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl of dicine, and held his breath as he drank it down in big gulps.
Wuyang steeled himself and finished off the entire bowl, but in the end, he couldn’t help it and rushed to the washroom to throw up half of it.
This was absolutely the most disgusting thing he had ever drunk in his life, bar none.
Wuyang leaned on the washbasin with both hands, feeling his stomach churn as if a turbulent river had overturned within, and he felt the urge to vomit again.
Yet he forced himself to endure it. If he threw it all up, wouldn’t he have drunk it for nothing?
"Wuyang, are you alright?" Mrs. Jun stood outside the washroom door, asking worriedly.
It took Wuyang a while to regain his strength, and he waved his hand, "Grandma, I’m fine."
"Dammit, who knows what kind of drugs they gave you. If they cause you other health issues, I won’t let them off," Mrs. Jun said, her heart aching as she watched Wuyang’s discomfort.
After rinsing his mouth and wiping his lips, Wuyang stood up straight, his eyes flashing fiercely as he said spitefully, "Regardless of whether it causes problems, I won’t let them go."
"Wuyang, what are you planning to do?"
"I want to take back all the humiliation and losses I suffered today. Those people don’t take our Jun Family seriously, daring to trample on us. I will let them taste the ans of our Jun Family," Wuyang said through clenched teeth.
"That bunch indeed deserves to be hated and taught a harsh lesson," Mrs. Jun approached and agreed.
"Wuyang, do you have a good plan?" Mrs. Jun inquired.
Wuyang’s eyes flashed with Wen Xiao’ai’s beautiful face, and soon after, a malicious smile ford on his lips.
"Grandma, Moyan treasures that damn girl by his side so much. What if we were to marry that girl off to Wuchen..."
"No way," Mrs. Jun imdiately objected.
"That girl has no upbringing, her background is unclear, and she’s been ambiguously mixed up with that wretch. With her reputation, she should forget about marrying into our Jun Family in this lifeti."
Mrs. Jun was seriously irritated by Wen Xiao’ai today and her level of disgust towards Xiao’ai was no less than towards Moyan.
"Mother, I think Wuyang’s idea is quite good. Haven’t you always been worried about Wuchen getting too close to Moyan, fearing that one day Wuchen might be hard by that ominous person? If Wuchen were to marry that girl, their relationship would surely fall apart. Then you wouldn’t need to worry about Wuchen being hard by Moyan, nor about that ominous person coming back to harm our Jun Family," Mrs. Jun also started to sche while brainwashing Mrs. Jun.
Mrs. Jun hesitated. If this could break the connection between Wuchen and Moyan, it would indeed be more than good.
However, she still couldn’t accept soone as ill-mannered as Wen Xiao’ai entering the Jun Family.
"Mother, if Wuchen were to marry that girl, Moyan definitely wouldn’t agree. So, whether Wuchen can marry that girl or not, their relationship will definitely be affected," Mrs. Jun continued.
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