You hated it. You hated going to Bubu Pharmacy with a burning passion. It wasn’t because of the doctor—no, Baizhu was a sweetheart, so fatherly…It’s the pain you had to go through in there from everything you had to take for your illness.

You had to take shots of course, but not in the normal way where it’s just sent to your thigh or shoulder—no, Baizhu actually has to give you a shot directly on your neck due to how harsh your illness was.

It felt like hell.

Those neck shots, those disgusting medicine liquids, barely being allowed to leave the pharmacy until further notice, etc…All so Baizhu doesn’t waste his own health trying to heal you with that pact he made with Changsheng…

He was a generous man. A little too generous for his own good. You didn’t care if it couldn’t kill him, if it brought him pain; it’ll bring you pain.

A small cry left you when Baizhu pushed the sharp syringe into your neck without too much pressure with his free hand gently cradling your head to keep you in place. A tear of pain slipped down your cheek as you, on reflex, gripped his wrist with your teeth gritted together.

Soothingly, Baizhu reached up and gently wiped your tear away with his soft hand, finally taking the syringe out, “Hush, the pain is gone now—there’s no need to cry.” He reassures, stroking your cheek softly.

“This would all be easier if you would just let me heal you my way…” He then adds as he moves away to make you some green tea with herbs, his shoes heard against Bubu Pharmacy’s wooden floor.

As he briefly glanced at you from the corner of his eyes for your response, he can only catch you letting out “Hm—mm!” as you shook your head, holding onto your thigh. He sighed, but decided not to push it, walking back over to you with the tea.

“You’re too thoughtful for your own good…”

As if he wasn’t the same.