Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 368: Medicine, Needles, More Medicine

Chapter 368: Medicine, Needles, More Medicine

“Beauty, since you’ve taken her away, then I’ll have you take her place.” Gong Wumei reached for Ning Shu. His eyes had become even more bloodshot and he looked like a cannalistic beast.
When that woman heard that Ning Shu would take her place, she immediately glared at Ning Shu, her eyes filled with jealousy. However, Ning Shu just pinched her nose and threw medicinal powder towards Gong Wumei. Gong Wumei was unconcerned, but after a short while, his entire body went weak.
“Move him into the ice water,” said Ning Shu to Manager Liu.
Splash! Gong Wumei was thrown into the tub of ice water. He shivered uncontrollably as he glared at Ning Shu. “Are you tired of living, to dare to treat me like this?”
Ning Shu replied mildly, “This is all for the sake of treating your illness. Moreover, you had also agreed that you wouldn’t touch women anymore. However, it seems you forget everything the moment your illness flares up.”
Ning Shu then poured a devestatingly bitter bowl of medicine down his throat. It was so bad that tears flooded out of Gong Wumei’s eyes. At the end of it, he glared sinisterly at Ning Shu and growled, “I’ll kill you.”
“Calm down.” Ning Shu then quickly gave him a full head of needles. “Otherwise your meridians really will erupt.”
Gong Wumei’s body was trembling slightly, even the muscles on his body were convulsing. He seemed pained, but he couldn’t feel any strength in his body. He had never been in such wretched conditions before.
“Ding, trauma points +10. Mwuah, Ning Shu! It’s been a long time, did you miss me a lot?” 2333’s voice immediately appeared in Ning Shu’s brain and echoed in her ears.
Ning Shu: Scram.
2333: …
Ning Shu saw that Gong Wumei was practically emitting steam from the top of his head, so she hastily added more ice to the bathtub. Gong Wumei’s eyes were completely red as he glared at her. “You’d best start praying so that you have a chance to see tomorrow’s sunrise.”
His voice trembled as he spoke, as if he was enduring tremendous pain. Meanwhile, little Gong Wumei was still standing stark straight.
Ning Shu added some more needles to his arm, poured two more bowls of medicine into him, and tormented him to the point that he was so exhausted, his usually charming and scorching eyes turned conspicuously dim.
She would pour a bowl of medicine down his throat at the start of every hour. It was so bad that Gong Wumei’s face was near blue.
“Sect Leader, is it a little better?” asked Ning Shu in a very professional manner. “Is the energy in your body still going out of control?”
Gong Wumei furrowed his brows. After a moment, he shook his head and said, “It’s much better. It doesn’t seem as chaotic anymore.”
“That’s good.” Ning Shu nodded, then started removing the needles.
She knew that this wasn’t the result of her treatment but that Gong Wumei was too exhausted to revolve his energy. Typically, the more he revolved his energy, the more chaotic it would become.
“Sect Leader, every time you feel like your essence is about to come out, you must restrain it. No matter what, don’t release it, got it? You must endure, endure!” said Ning Shu. The meaning was for him to hold himself back whenever he was about to discharge, to hold himself back whenever he was about to come.
“Why.” Gong Wumei’s expression was completely dark. Although he had managed to get over things this time without having intercourse with a woman, it had been very painful and he didn’t feel anywhere near as refreshed as he usually did after having sex. Hence, his gaze was filled with displeasure as he looked at Ning Shu.