1944 Medicinal Brew 2 (1/2)

Qiao Chu and the gang immediately collapsed in tears.

There's more! !

”Little Xie….. We still have to drink it?” Qiao Chu's face went from white to black, crying tearlessly as he stared at the pot of medicinal brew that was the same width as a grown man's waist.

What kind of a brewing pot was that! ? It's a water urn you know! ?

”Good medicine tastes bitter. What? You don't want to drink it?” Jun Wu Xie raised up an eyebrow alarmingly, the threat clear to see.

With that, who dared to resist? All of them could only look mournfully at Jun Wu Xie with pure and utter despair in their eyes.

Long Qi struggled to suppress the smile from showing on his face and under Jun Wu Xie's instructions, he filled up the bowls with medicinal brew for Qiao Chu and the others. Looking at the murky black brew swirling in their bowls, the companions' faces were looking uglier than when they had finished the first bowl.

Even if this was some miracle medicine, but its taste…..

Can they just choose to continue being sick and frail instead?

It was very clear that the answer would be negative.

The bunch of youths summoned up steely determination comparable to the most valiant of warriors, to lift up their bowls to just pour the brew down their throats.

With that second bowl swirling in their bellies, they truly experienced what it was like to live feeling they're better off dead.

Fei Yan was not able to endure it well as he lay sprawled over the side of his bed to retch but nothing came out, filling his entire mouth with the taste of the medicinal brew, almost killing himself with the smell.

Tears flowed from his eyes from his retching and Fei Yan felt as if he was going to die.

Qiao Chu was not doing any much better as he struggled so hard to hold it in, his face turning a deep red from suppression.

Hua Yao, Rong Ruo and Fan Zhuo handled it a little better, but they laid there with their lips stiff, and it was not difficult to see that they were trying very hard to tolerate the ordeal.