Zhao Jingting was very touched and quickly assured: "I know, I will definitely obey."
"My lady, next time you want to go to the cliff to collect herbs, please let me go."
Su Qiao originally wanted to wave his hand and say, "No need, I can do it," but when he thought about how he was always thinking about drinking, he changed his mind.
"You keep changing like this and your head hurts from time to time. How can I let you go without worrying about it?"
Zhao Jingting scratched his head, "Then... Then I will try my best to take medicine, try to keep myself awake, and get better as soon as possible."
"My dear, can my disease... can it really be cured?" Zhao Jingting never thought that his disease could be cured.
In his condition, even the temple master said that he was possessed by evil spirits and there was no cure.
Not to mention the others, they all thought he was a lunatic.
Su Qiao encouraged: "As long as you cooperate, you will be cured."
"I'll take the pills, but can I drink alcohol..."
Zhao Jingting looked at the jar of wine in her arms, and the urge to drink came up again. He swallowed his saliva unconsciously and scratched his chest. He was really itchy.
"No." Su Qiao interrupted his thoughts coldly and ruthlessly.
Zhao Jingting quickly held up three fingers and promised: "Just three bites a day, morning, afternoon, and evening, one bite per meal, okay?"
"If I don't drink, I feel really bad."
"Just bear with it even if it hurts. Once you get used to it, you won't be addicted anymore. Haven't you been behaving well recently?"
Now should be the critical moment.
If you drink it now, all your efforts will be wasted.
"Then...then two sips, just drink two sips."
Su Qiao remained unmoved. Zhao Jingting gritted his teeth and said, "One bite, one bite will do, right?"
"Madam, please, just one bite, okay?"
Su Qiao was being shaken back and forth and really had no idea what to do with him.
"I'm really impressed by you. You're not that old, but how come you're such a heavy drinker?"
She hadn’t taken the alcohol pills for a few days, and she thought she had successfully quit.
Although it was only one bite, Zhao Jingting was still a little happy.
Although I can't drink too much, it's okay to taste it every day.
"When I was young, I would drink whenever I had a headache. As a result, I became more and more addicted. I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't drink. The concentration of alcohol I drank became higher and higher. When I was in the Taoist temple, the temple master would personally brew wine for me to drink."
"He just lets you drink like that?" Wasn't the temple master very nice to him? Did he just ignore him
"He wanted to cure my illness, but his medical skills were limited, so he could only help me relieve some of the pain. Wine could make my headache less painful, so he had to make rice wine for me."
"How did he die?" Su Qiao was a little curious.
Zhao Jingting thought of the past and sighed softly.
"There was drought everywhere, and bandits from the mountains came to the Taoist temple to steal food. The temple master was hacked and injured, and he didn't survive."
In fact, the master of the temple is not young anymore, and he has been bedridden for the past two years. He won't live long. The arrival of those bandits only accelerated his death.
"Are you still planning to go back to the capital?" Su Qiao had never asked him this question before, but today was the perfect time to ask him.
Zhao Jingting held the jar of wine, sat on the stone, and remained silent.
Su Qiao thought about it and sat next to him. "I mean, is there anyone you care about over there?"
"If there is, we can go find him."
"No." Zhao Jingting shook his head, his face indifferent: "There's nothing to reply."
It was pretty much what Su Qiao expected.
"So what are your plans next? Is there any place in particular you want to go?"
Zhao Jingting turned to look at her and shook his head.