Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Before Heroin could even speak to wake the baby, the baby was awakened by the smell of medicine.

His nose wrinkled, and his little face scrunched up as if he had smelled the stench of "someone else's bugs burning their poop".

He mumbled a few protests, then turned and buried his face in his father's arms, as if to say, "I'm not awake, I'm not awake, I didn't smell anything."

Herroyen glanced at the little head bobbing around, then at the bowl of steaming dark brown medicine that 004 was holding on the robotic arm, and a layer of helplessness appeared in his golden eyes.

He suddenly realized that successfully feeding the baby this bowl of medicine would be like fighting a tough battle.

However, he didn't indulge her; there was no room for negotiation when it came to matters of 'physical health'!

As Herroyne reached out and brushed his fingertips against the little one's ear, the little one, as if anticipating this, shrank even closer into his arms, humming and making indistinct protests, as if accusing some great injustice.

Heroion took a deep breath (but unintentionally frowned at the smell of medicine again, and gave up), and deliberately softened his tone, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible: "Yiyi, get up and drink your medicine."

"No! I'm dizzy... I can't drink it..."

"My dizziness stopped after drinking it."

Heroy remained silent and began to play dead.

"Yi Yi?"

no respond.

"stand up!"

Heroi remained silent, burying her face in her father's chest and refusing to cooperate, as if trying to escape the impending torture by saying, "I'm already asleep."

Herroyne pondered quietly for a while.

His insect offspring had never been sick, so he had absolutely no experience dealing with sick insect offspring!

What's more, the creature in his arms was a tiny insect that was pretending to be dead.

After much deliberation, he could only choose the most direct approach!

With one hand holding the back of the child's head, Heroin forcibly lifted his head manually, while his other hand quickly picked up the bowl of medicine.

The dark brown medicine sloshed slightly around the rim of the bowl, its bitter and foul odor piercing the boy's nostrils, its stench so strong it haunted him like a ghost.

As the bowl of medicine drew closer, and seeing his father's "no discussion" expression, Holoiyi was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Seeing this, Herroyen seized the opportunity when the boy opened his mouth, tilted his wrist slightly, and placed the rim of the bowl against the boy's lips, slowly pouring the medicine into it.

Soon, the little boy was forced to swallow a few small mouthfuls, and the bitter taste exploded on his tongue, as if an entire field of bitter gourds was rotting in his mouth at the same time.

He choked and coughed violently, his small body trembling a few times as he vomited out most of the remaining medicine. The brown liquid dripped down Heroyen's clothes, as if he, the "female father," had done something heinous and had been spit out by insects.

Holoyen couldn't bear to look at the mess on his clothes: "..."

The child who caused the trouble not only showed no remorse, but cried even harder.

He coughed and cried, his little face turning red. The bitter taste in his mouth made his tongue numb, and he could only open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue, trying to spit out all the most terrible and disgusting taste.

Herroyen sighed and gently patted his chest to help him catch his breath.

He wasn't good at coaxing, and he didn't know to give his son a candy after he finished his medicine to get rid of the bitterness. He would just stroke that little back with his palm over and over again.

After an unknown amount of time, Heroi's crying gradually subsided, and her cough slowly calmed down.

Holoyen held him for a while, making sure the little one was sleeping soundly, before gently putting him back on the bed and pulling the blanket over him.

He stood by the bed for a few moments before turning around and taking a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe to change into.

Before leaving the room, he turned back to check on the sleeping baby one last time before heading off to report to the military headquarters.

But not long after he left, Heroiyi turned over, kicked her legs, and kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed again.

Fortunately, his breathing was steady, and his body temperature was gradually dropping due to the effects of the medication...

Ten minutes later, Wenshu was about to go downstairs for breakfast, but he felt it wasn't right to eat alone, so he turned around and planned to knock on Heroion's door to invite them to eat together.

But after Manjushri repeatedly knocked on the door and received no response, he had no choice but to push the door open...

Only then did he realize that the room was completely quiet...

Herroyn is not here.

On the bed, the little insect lay all alone, the blanket kicked to its feet, the hem of its pajamas rolled up to its belly, revealing its round little tummy.

Manjushri stood at the doorway, stunned for a moment. He didn't have time to think about why Holoyen had left on his own; all he was worried about was how long his little one had been kicking off the blanket. Would it worsen his condition?

He walked over quickly, pulled the blanket up to cover the baby, and touched his forehead with his finger. Fortunately, it wasn't too hot!

Manjushri breathed a slight sigh of relief and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

But a moment later, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: Wouldn't taking medicine on an empty stomach hurt his stomach?

He remembered that when he was taking care of sick children in the orphanage, everyone would always coax the children to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge to fill their stomachs before feeding them medicine.

After all, taking medicine on an empty stomach is very irritating to the stomach and intestines. Being sick is already uncomfortable, and if the medicine is churning in the stomach, it will only make things worse!