At a glance at Cook's actions, Zhan Wuya immediately shrank into the bed and protested seriously: "no! He is too rude. If he gives me medicine, my injury will only get worse and worse! "

cook narrowed his eyes slightly dangerously, and his voice became a little gloomy. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll give you medicine. What can you complain about?"

"OK!" Chu zhaoyue stands between the two people. Facing the two people who don't look at each other right, he is helpless. "Don't quarrel any more! Boundless good or bad is to save me, will suffer so serious injury

after that, cook didn't say anything more, but...