Chapter 44: Despair of Being Pushed Too Hard
Little Tangyuan jumped onto the bed, lay on one of the pillows and fell asleep.
The snoring sound is very relaxing to listen to.
Shen Cinian was typing on the keyboard, not because he was preparing lessons, but because the group had an urgent matter and wanted to ask his opinion. They sent him a message in the afternoon, but he didn't have time to respond.
16:39. Boss, do you want to continue promoting the development of human medicine? Isn't it a bit too fast? Should we pause our cooperation with the Fang family?
17:52. Boss, do you think this contract should be renewed? Are you busy?
22:34. Boss, Patriarch Fang is getting a little anxious. Look...
At 22:48, Chen Ci Nian replied, "Renew the contract, and send him away."
The opponent immediately replied, "Okay, Lord God."
As soon as I sent it out, the other party immediately withdrew it and changed it to [OK, boss.]
There were several documents that required his personal review and signature. They were quickly sent to him, and he slowly read them one by one by sliding his mouse.
Across the corridor, Fang Ke was curled up in bed with his back to the door.
His stomach problem struck again, and the feeling of acid reflux was not pleasant. It was as if someone had poured a cup of sulfuric acid into his mouth, burning his esophagus and causing him to vomit continuously.
He had a high fever, the exact temperature wasn't known, but it might have reached 40 degrees Celsius. Even the skin on his arms had turned a strange light red.
His head and neck seemed to have lost contact, and the pain was unbearable as if his head was broken. He was in so much pain that he raised his arms to pound the bed, but in the end his limbs were so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.
His fingers wanted to close their fists unwillingly, but they couldn't. His fingers and palms were like two magnets that repel each other. He didn't know where the resistance came from, so he couldn't make a fist.
It was a bit cold. The whole villa was heated but still cold.
He wanted to cover himself with a blanket.
It was too dark, and his already blurry vision made it impossible for him to see anything clearly.
The whip mark at the knee was itchy and hot, and the burning sensation was like touching freshly cut chili peppers or ginger with your hand.
Or maybe it feels like applying some medicated oil.
Shen Cinian's technique was ridiculously good. The two whips completely overlapped on a scar, without breaking the skin, only slightly swelling. The excruciating pain at that time could instantly take away his ability to continue standing, but afterwards, even the pain was gone, leaving only the burning heat and itchiness that scratched his heart and liver.
You don’t even need to take medicine. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow morning, it won’t even itch at all, and the red marks will completely disappear, as if they never existed.
Never existed.
Shen Ci Nian would treat him politely as a guest, so what about the care he once had for him?
Never existed.
My breathing became difficult again, my head felt numb and tingling, and thoughts of wanting to die kept flashing through my mind.
I want to sink to the bottom of the sea and no longer struggle on the surface.
Let the pressure of the seabed crush his bones, grind him into a pulp, and then let the fish peck at the nutrients in his remaining rotting corpse.
The whip was still around his waist and had not been lost during the struggle.
Fang Ke forced himself to sit up, his whole body spinning. He reached out and pulled off the black whip with a knot at the end, and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf.
Wrap it around the inside of the spiked collar.
"Hehe... hehe... hehehe", he endured the headache that was enough to drive a person crazy, and actually sat on the bed and laughed like a ghost.
"Who wants...you care..."
He gripped both ends of the whip tightly and pulled with his arms a little harder.
"It's just death..."
The feeling of suffocation gradually deepened, and tears actually slid down Fang Ke's eyes.
Not many tears, just two.
The door opened at this moment, and Shen Cinian stood at the door. The light from the corridor poured into the unlit guest room.
"Get ready. Guild President Wang just sent a message. The dungeon will open tomorrow. The reward is a year's supply. The mission is extremely important. I'm asking you or me to accompany you."
"..." Fang Ke was stunned for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, "Get out! Get out!"
"Okay, give me back the whip." Shen Cinian walked to the bed, stretched out his left hand, and bent his fingers slightly.
"Get out..." Fang Ke's voice suddenly became filled with uncontrollable tears, "Get out...get out..."
Seeing that he didn't move, Shen Cinian reached out and grasped the whip handle, twisted it in the opposite direction, and then pulled it, easily pulling it off Fang Ke's neck.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he took it and went out.
His voice faintly came from the door, "Shi Meng, bring the medicine up."
"Oh, I see," someone responded from downstairs.
The lights on the third floor were not turned off, and the door was not closed. Shen Cinian walked up step by step, entered the door, hung up the horsewhip, turned off the lights, closed the door, and went downstairs.
Mi Shimeng just came up with some cold and stomach medicine and hesitated at the door of the guest room.
"Go ahead," Shen Cinian stood at the door of the guest room, with a shadow under his eyelids, "I'll watch here."
The feeling of oppression was so strong that Mi Shimeng shivered unconsciously. Although it was not directed at her, she still felt that the Lord God looked so scary and horrible. She was so scared that she almost spilled the medicine.
His tone was calm and his expression was normal, but a strong sense of fear rose from the soles of one's feet.
Mi Shimeng walked in quickly with her head down, then stood by the bed, bent down to put the tray on the bedside table, picked up the cup of cold medicine and handed it over.
"Master, don't break it accidentally again. The master is watching at the door."
Fang Ke grabbed the quilt and said, "Get lost."
He didn't do it accidentally, he did it on purpose. He doesn't need others to excuse him, nor does he need others to show kindness to him. He doesn't need it!
"Are you going to get out of here or not?"
He raised his hand as if intending to hit someone.
"You can leave first," Shen Cinian walked in and took the medicine from Mi Shimeng.
In front of everyone, he gave Fang Ke face and didn't say anything.
After Mi Shimeng left, he said indifferently: "Hit me, hit me, I'll stand here and let you hit me."
After waiting for a long time, Fang Ke didn't move, so Shen Qinian handed the medicine over again and said, "Drink the medicine when you've had enough of it."
Don't move.
"Want me to feed you?"
Still stubborn and not moving.
Shen Cinian laughed, "Do you think I won't put a tube in your mouth and let you drink it?"
He only smiled once, and then his expression turned completely cold. "Or do you want to try nasogastric feeding?"
Nasogastric feeding. Fang Ke knew. A very cruel method of play.
Inhumane.
A small number of extreme and cruel masters will deprive slaves of the right to eat with their mouths, and instead use a nasogastric tube to insert directly into the stomach through the nasal cavity, and deliver liquid food like an injection.
The process is extremely uncomfortable as the nasal cavity must be completely opened, and the pain is unbearable for most people.
It is already uncomfortable to have water in your nose, let alone inserting a tube.
He didn't want to. So the intimidation worked.
Fang Ke reached out, took the medicine, and drank it in one gulp.
Shen Cinian picked up another cup on the bedside table and handed it over again.
Also drank it in one gulp.
He finished the medicine, but this time he was not patted on the head.
Shen Cinian didn't touch his head, nor did he touch him from beginning to end. He even deliberately avoided his fingers when handing over the medicine.
"Take off your pajamas and lie down until I get the fever-reducing shot."
As if anticipating that he wouldn't obey, Shen Ci Nian added coldly: "You'd better do as I say, unless you want me to call someone else to beat you."
He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to.
He leaned over and tried to pick up the empty cup on the table and hit Chen Cinian with it, but Chen Cinian picked up the tray before him, and his hand ended up touching only the cold red pear wood bedside table.
At 23:12, Chen Cinian walked into the guest room again and saw Fang Ke lying on the middle of the bed with his face buried in the quilt. His pajamas were perfunctorily pulled down a little, revealing only a palm-sized piece of snow-white buttocks.
Shen Cinian pushed the air out of the syringe and gave Fang Ke the injection skillfully without any physical contact with Fang Ke.
Shen Qinian really kept his promise and stopped touching him.
Fang Ke reached behind his back and tried to grab Shen Qinian's wrist, but Shen Qinian pulled out the empty syringe and threw it into the trash can, preventing him from touching him at all.
"Turn sideways, with your left ear facing me."
The eardrum is actually almost healed. In addition to disinfection, the medicine can also effectively help repair his eardrum.
Fang Ke didn't want to move, but he didn't want to hear Shen Cinian's threats to him even more.
He slowly turned sideways and waited for the medicine to be sprayed. Without Shen Cinian saying anything, he turned over by himself.
After spraying both ears and applying eye drops, Shen Cinian pulled the quilt and said, "Go in."
After Fang Ke got in, he covered Fang Ke with the quilt without tucking the corners of the quilt.
When tucking in the corners of the quilt, I would touch him through the quilt.
Shen Cinian walked out, turned off the corridor lights and closed the guest room door.
Shen Cinian didn't say a single extra word to him, not even good night.
When Shen Ci Nian returned to the master bedroom, he glanced at the time and it was already 23:48.
It’s too late. After taking a shower, I estimated it was after midnight.
He has always had a regular schedule and usually goes to bed before 10:30.
Shen Cinian held his forehead helplessly, went into the private bathroom with a headache, took a simple shower, and went to bed.
"Purr", the cat smelled the scent of its owner, rubbed forward a little, rested its chin on Shen Cinian's shoulder, and continued to sleep with its head against Shen Cinian's jaw.
A kind master often spoils his cat. He spoils the cat too much and the cat has no rules at all.
I like to sleep on him at every turn.
Fang Ke was suffering from insomnia, trapped in endless darkness. For many moments, he felt that the bed had turned into a cliff and he was falling rapidly.
My heart was startled for a moment, beat violently, and then fell into deathly silence.
He had trouble falling asleep, and even when he did, he woke quickly.
His eyes, without complete retinal protection, felt dry and sore. He closed his eyes, completely immersed in a deep sea of negative emotions, unable to extricate himself.
What else can he do? He is already like this, what else can he do?
Just force him to death, right? His body is already in this state, so his soul must also be broken before you stop, right?
What more could we ask of him? He had already won so much for mankind, what more could we ask of him?
What should I do? What should I do?
He suddenly didn't want the sun to rise again, he suddenly wanted tomorrow to never come, and he suddenly had a serious thought of betrayal.
Then he got himself into an endless pursuit, and in a sniper attack, a nail pierced his eyebrow and died with a bloody head.
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