Zhou Ji held his forehead, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind. He snatched the small bottle, opened the cap, and tilted his head back to drink it down.
The foul-smelling, sticky blood filled Zhou Ji's entire mouth and throat, making him want to vomit.
But then he remembered something, quickly covered his mouth, and forced himself to swallow.
Swallow it, and maybe if he swallows it, he'll get better and become a healthy person, living to be a hundred years old!
The subordinate quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhou Ji.
Zhou Ji hurriedly took it and drank several cups in a row before his mouth felt less sticky, but the taste lingered.
He quickly ordered someone to cook sweet porridge, and after drinking it, he felt a little better.
After struggling for a long time, Zhou Ji was a little sleepy. He lay on the bed, thinking that if he took a nap, he would feel better when he woke up.
However, the reality was cruel. Zhou Ji not only did not get better, but developed a high fever in the early hours of the morning.
The high fever came on very quickly, and Zhou Ji was delirious with fever, feeling pain and numbness all over his body. However, he went to bed alone, and no one noticed his problem.
A strong will to survive made Zhou Ji want to call for help. He tried to wake up and call for help, but found that his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were being pressed down by a ten-pound boulder.
He was terrified; fear overwhelmed him, and he felt like he was going to die.
But he didn't want to give up. He struggled and cried out for help in his heart.
"Mmm..."
Although Zhou Ji was not awake and could not speak, his body twisted and struggled, uttering some monotonous syllables.
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