1914: C1914 What the Hell Is Wrong with You

C1914 What the Hell Is Wrong with You

The eminent monk's heart was in his throat, and he was getting more and more panicked.

The tall man sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed. He leaned back slightly, and his fingers kept turning the steaming milk beside his hand.

His blue eyes looked at him deeply, making it hard for others to understand what was on his mind at this moment.

He did not say anything. He just sat there and seemed to have seen through the crooked thoughts in people's hearts.

Right, saw through!

The senior monk's heart was beating faster and faster. He felt that Patrie must have discovered something.

But on second thought, this medicine was too obscure. If it wasn't for the fact that it was extremely powerful, one wouldn't have been able to detect it.

He had spent a lot of money to get it.

He calmed his thoughts a little. "Your Highness, what do you mean? This is because you think my treatment is not good enough, so you need to invite other famous doctors to continue to treat you?"

His voice was filled with obvious resentment.

The eminent monk was panicking in his heart. In the end, he was a swindler. It was much more normal to be panicking than a normal person.

However, his intention was exposed.

Patrie smiled to himself. He wasn't afraid of being poisoned, but now he was afraid?

His white fingers knocked on the table. The milk that was placed beside his hand had not been drunk. The slight movement made the milk in the glass cup tremble.

The silent knocking sound seemed to have pierced through the internal organs of the eminent monk. It only reached the bottom of his heart.

The senior monk was afraid!

A trace of emotion finally appeared on his calm face. "Your Highness, you, what are you thinking?"

The quiet room seemed especially terrifying in the dark night.

Such silence was undoubtedly akin to placing an eminent monk on the fire to be roasted. It was extremely uncomfortable.

He thought that his unyielding heart was frantically collapsing.

Kowtow, kowtow, kowtow...

The senior monk's body began to tremble. Even the golden kasaya he wore trembled non-stop. He held his head, "Your Highness, what exactly are you trying to do?" His voice rose quite a bit.

Patrie suddenly laughed and said, "Someone, bring all the medicine bottles here."

The maid quickly went out and came back. She had a pile of medicine bottles in her hands. She carefully placed them beside Patrie.

Patrie casually picked up a bottle of medicine and looked at it.

These medicines were given to him by an eminent monk.

After taking a look, he picked up another bottle and slowly walked towards the senior monk.

The senior monk's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat. His body was stiff as he sat, but in fact, he was extremely stiff.

He clearly looked so handsome and beautiful, but why did he give off such a terrifying feeling!

Before he could react, Patrie's hand immediately grabbed his jaw, and threw two bottles of medicine into the senior monk's mouth.

The senior monk was so scared that he quickly resisted. However, how could he be a match for Patrie? He was so tall that he looked like a weak chicken, allowing Patrie to pinch him as he pleased.1

The maid handed over a cup of water and Patrie poured it into the senior monk's mouth.

He was too thirsty. When he touched the water, he subconsciously gobbled it down and swallowed all of the medicine.

He suddenly reacted and quickly went to his throat, wanting to spit out all of the medicine.

Only now did he realize that Patrie had actually let go of him.

However, no matter how hard he dug, he was unable to spit out the medicine. He fell to the ground and looked at Patrie in panic. "Which two bottles did you give me just now?"

He was afraid. He was scared to death.

He was here to poison Patrie to death, not himself. Patrie had fed him a lot of medicine just now. That amount!

With a thud, he knelt on the ground, his hand tightly grabbing onto Patrie's clothes, "You, you are not..."

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