A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C255: Evil Side

Even though Song Qinghan did not see the stuff in the bowl, his intuition told him that it was nothing good. Yet he remained his calmness on the face, and then he responded peacefully, "Why? Amend your mistake of scaring my son by making something for me? No need, alright? My son has already recovered and I forgive you, keep this stuff for yourself, will you?"

Wu Tan raised his eyebrows and reached out to stir the things in the bowl. And then he said slowly, "This is a tonic made from the finest bird's nest with caterpillar fungus and much other good stuff (precious ingredients for making Chinese delicacy). It's kind of a good soup, who do you think deserves to taste that except you? For one reason, I am not pregnant, and for the other, I am not that feeble as you, easy to be blown away by a whiff of breeze. So, I would recommend eating and drinking it all."

Noticing that Utan was again approaching, Song Qinghan subconsciously intended to retreat. But right behind him was nothing but a piece of cold tent cloth, and there was not even a leeway for him to resist at all.

To protect himself in such a perilous moment, he suddenly uttered, "Alright! I will eat it!"

And after that, he grabbed the bowl from Utan's hand, but as the bowl was about to reach his mouth, his hand suddenly trembled and the bowl flew away towards Utan.

"Watch out!" he shouted. But Utan seemed to be quite agile enough and succeeded catching the bowl without even a dropout, and then he turned to Song Qinghan again with a wry smile, saying coldly, "Now you don't even have the strength to hold a bowl? Alright then, I will help feed you with that."

Without waiting for Song Qinghan to refute, he suddenly lurched forward forcibly, using the arm holding the bowl to straddle Song Qing Han's throat, while his other hand shoved the spoon into Song Qinghan's mouth.

Song Qinghan was completely locked up by such a brutal action of barbarian style, he struggled to turn his head in several attempts. But such a resistance made Utan's evil plan even smoother, the soup slid down from his throat to his stomach.

Song Qinghan felt a sense of crisis. He struggled to wave his limbs violently while screaming, "What are you doing? I will report everything to your Master! Let go of me! I will drink it myself!"

However, Utan seemed to completely ignore Song Qinghan's words. His lips pursed into a straight line while his eyes lit up with excitement. Without showing any mercy, he lifted the bowl high and then poured all the liquid into Song Qinghan's mouth and forced him to swallow.

And finally, the soup was soon drunk up and the bowl was empty. Utan loosened his arms, and he stared at Song Qinghan who was with runny nose and tears with great satisfaction, and then he sneered, "Everything will just be fine if you ever become obedient, right? Now, I hope this lesson will teach you something. And I hope I won't be the jerk to mandate. What a mess you've made."

After the statement, he withdrew his expression right away, delivered the bowl to the servant who didn't even dare to raise his head next to him, and then walked outward with satisfaction.

Song Qinghan collapsed onto the ground and used both his hands to dig his throat, trying to force himself to vomit and get the soup out of his stomach. Yet what he did was just in vain.

Since the intake was liquid instead of solid, it was easier to be absorbed in the human stomach just in seconds. So no matter how hard he tried to stimulate his throat, he could only vomit a small quantity of bile.