The black medicine bowl was placed on the table, and Allah took the black girl back and forth, far away, and watched the wind moan vigilantly, especially afraid to feed it.

"Don't worry, you're not a guest, how can I give you a drink."

Grandma Yun brushed it, and her eyes fell on the bowl of black things.

"No, it's okay to fight, forget this, it's not that I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of the pain of death!"

Grandma Yun covered her mouth with both hands, shook her head, shook her head, and didn't want to drink.

She could see how casual the wind was doing.

One by one, she took a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and threw them all in.

"I promise, you won't die if you drink it."

Feng Yin looked at Grandma Yun and made an inviting gesture.

"Can't you drink to death? But it's uncomfortable, isn't it? Don't do that... For the sake of my age. ”

"Drink, stay; Don't drink, go. ”

Grandma Yun looked at Feng Yin, that look was very familiar, she wasn't joking.

Grandma Yun didn't have to be entangled for long, holding the dining table with one hand, rubbing along the edge, and muttering in a loud voice: "I must have owed you in my last life." ”

Hearing the wind groan, he thought expressionlessly: I really owe it, but it is not her who owes it.

Grandma Yun held the spirit of heroic deathism, picked up the bowl, held her breath, and drank it in a big gulp.

A slimy sensation that slips down the tongue and down the mouth, throat.

There was no expected sticky stickiness, but it slid smoothly down the throat and flowed into the stomach.

"Ah——-h———h

A stinging pain suddenly occurred, and the bowl in Grandma Yun's hand almost fell.

At this moment, Feng Yin held one hand in Grandma Yun's hand holding the bowl, and held it up hard, and with a force, all the liquid in the bowl poured into Grandma Yun's throat.

"Grind and chirp."

Feng Yin's hand was released, Grandma Yun wanted to cough, but she couldn't cough, and the pain in her stomach became bigger and bigger as the medicine entered.

In just a few seconds, sweat began to break down on her head.

"Sit down, bear with me."

Feng Yin pressed a hand on Grandma Yun's shoulder and asked her to sit on a chair.

The familiar pain, Grandma Yun couldn't bear it.

Since the stomach cancer, the pain now is like that of pediatrics.

"You guys eat, I can't eat, and I'll vomit if I eat it."

This is the truth, many stomach cancer patients eat by intubation, but Grandma Yun doesn't want to.

She wanted to leave beautifully.

"It's okay, I didn't prepare your meal."

Feng Yin sat down without the slightest pity, ate, and ate a fragrant meal.

Grandma Yun watched Feng Yin eat, and she was very happy to see that the food she cooked was so delicious.

"Huh?"

Grandma Yun suddenly exclaimed, rubbing one hand on her stomach, it didn't hurt anymore.

She looked sharply at the wind.

"What did you give me?"

"Medicine, medicine that numbs your appetite, one set early every day, can allow you to eat what you want to eat without vomiting and without pain, but the amount should be limited."

Feng Yin put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Grandma Yun and continued: "I can only do this, don't have unrealistic expectations, your illness can't be cured." ”

"I'm able to eat! Hahahaha, great, great! ”

Grandma Yun only heard this paragraph, and the rest was not important.

Grandma Yun, who was already about to move, looked at the dining table, but there was nothing but empty plates and empty bowls, her eyes moved, and unconsciously fell on Ala's plate. (End of chapter)