Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 194: Afraid He Won’t Survive the Next Time

"Uncle Rong, why are you standing there foolishly?! Hurry up and tie him up! Lest he scratches his own skin raw!"

Hearing Ji Furong’s words, Uncle Rong snapped back to reality.

"Alright, alright, I’ll bind him right away."

With a heavy heart, Uncle Rong stepped forward and tied up Lu Jihan’s limbs.

"Young Master, if the pain comes again, you must endure it. Please don’t harm yourself anymore, okay?"

Lu Jihan clenched his teeth and silently nodded.

However, as the alcohol slowly wore off, the pain within his body began to awaken.

Soon, more intense pain surged forth.

Bound and convulsing, trembling, clenching his jaw, his brow was drenched in cold sweat, unable to suppress the pain, he began biting his own lips.

Ji Furong, seeing this, was terrified, "Uncle Rong, quick! Get a towel for him to bite on! Otherwise, he’ll bite off his own tongue!"

In a panic, Uncle Rong found a clean wet towel and placed it in Lu Jihan’s mouth.

This torment seemed endless.

Enduring one wave, only for another to crash in.

Such relentless cycles, tormenting Lu Jihan at the edge of pain, agonizing him, he was nearing the brink of unconsciousness.

In a daze, he heard Uncle Rong softly calling ’Young Master’ ’Young Master’ over and over by his ear.

Occasionally, he heard him ask Ji Furong, "Doctor Ji, why has the Blood Curse been acting up for twenty hours already without any sign of abating?"

He didn’t catch Ji Furong’s response, but faintly heard a sob from Uncle Rong.

"What should we do? The Young Master refuses to tell Miss Song. If this continues, I’m afraid, I’m afraid he won’t survive the next time..."

In the darkness, Lu Jihan heard Uncle Rong’s sobbing.

He desperately wished to stand up, to comfort and console Uncle Rong, insisting he was fine. It was just the poison of the Blood Curse, he was sure he could endure it...

He reached out, trying to grab Uncle Rong, but found himself unable to move, his limbs still bound, moisture slightly dampening his eyelashes and hair...

Later on, he seemed to hear Ji Furong’s voice again.

"If Miss Song is willing to help Jinhan detoxify, that would be best, but the risk..."

"I don’t care! Young Master Jinhan grew up under my watch, I must find a way to save him!" Uncle Rong said with resolute determination.

Then, he heard the sound of car keys and a door closing, as if Uncle Rong had left.

Lu Jihan’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, could Uncle Rong have gone to find Song Yinyin to detoxify him?

No, not yet!

He couldn’t take that risk!

He forced his eyes open, wanting to untie the ropes binding his limbs, to chase after and stop Uncle Rong.

But, he was powerless, his entire body weak and feeble.

Perhaps it was the poison, or maybe Ji Furong had used some kind of medication, he simply had no strength to break free from the ropes.

His attempts were in vain.

Finally, he sank heavily back into the hazy darkness.

...

Lu Jihan had that dream again.

In the dream, he saw Song Yinyin with her hands and feet bound.

Her petite body was curled up like a kitten, her hands and feet all tied with ropes.

She was brought before him, forced to give him the antidote.

She shook her head repeatedly, tears streaming down her delicate face, an expression of such agony, her eyes filled with fear as they met his.

Whenever he took a step towards her, she would take a step back, continuously begging, "No... I beg you... let me go... don’t..."