Chapitre 117: Chapter 117- Help, stop playing

"Where am I?"

Chen Shengyao had personally experienced what Li Cong did then, except his injury was even heavier than Li Cong's.

How smelly.

It was really smelly.

Oh!

He laid face down on the bed and vomited. A smelly scent that had never existed wrapped around his nose. He was unable to bear with it, and his stomach flipped.

"Ah, what happened to Young Master?"

"God Doctor An, quick what happened to my Young Master?"

The servants panicked.

How badly were Young Master's injuries,

God Doctor An panicked too, what was going on?

Didn't he wake up?

Now he was vomiting so badly, did he have to scare people like that. Couldn't he just wake up? Why did he have to vomit, was he playing him?

God Doctor An's head hurt like it was splitting apart.

It was hard to be a God Doctor.

When they cured one, they would be put on a pedestal. When they didn't, their heads would roll.