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Chapter 367: Aren’t You Afraid I’ll Prescribe You Medicine That Will Never Let You Wake Up?

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Aren’t You Afraid I’ll Prescribe You Medicine That Will Never Let You Wake Up?

As soon as he heard he had to take off the mask, Jun Wuyang’s face immediately looked worse, and he instinctively looked towards Wen Xiao’ai, who had just openly mocked him.

Seeing Wen Xiao’ai holding back laughter, staring at him with a pair of deep blue eyes, eagerly waiting for him to remove the mask, Jun Wuyang was so angry he felt like crushing his teeth.

He should be thankful that Jun Moyan was not a man of many words and couldn’t care less about him, not having such childish mentality; if Jun Moyan were as mischievous as Wen Xiao’ai and the drunkard, he might have driven Jun Wuyang to jump off a building.

Jun Wuyang rolled up his sleeve directly, showing his arm that had also been scratched raw to the drunkard.

The drunkard glanced at it and said lazily, "Let’s go, I don’t need to see it."

Jun Wuyang was furious.

"Hurry up and take off your mask for the doctor to see, is your face more important than your life?" Jun Qing said as he reached out and took off Jun Wuyang’s mask.

Jun Wuyang, caught off guard, couldn’t dodge in time.

As the mask was removed, a string of bell-like laughter followed.

Wen Xiao’ai clung to Jun Moyan’s arm, laughing so hard that she hardly felt her upset stomach anymore.

Seeing Madam Jun’s displeased look towards her, Wen Xiao’ai stuck out her tongue at her.

Just laugh, might as well kill you with it~

"Pfft..." The drunkard, seeing the face in front of him scratched up... quite spectacularly, couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

"Are you Jun Wuyang? I can hardly recognize you."

Off to the side, Qing Yi was also struggling to hold back her laughter.

Jun Wuyang clenched his fists so hard they crackled, and his lips quivered with rage.

He wished he could gouge out the eyes of these people.

"When this guy gets vicious, he really doesn’t spare even himself," the drunkard laughed as if his funny bone had been struck, unable to stop.

Jun Qing and Old Master Jun saw the drunkard laughing continuously, their expressions somewhat displeased, but they couldn’t say much, considering they were asking a favor of him.

Just as Madam Jun was about to explode, the drunkard said while laughing, "Come here, let me have a look at you."

Jun Wuyang stepped forward, glaring at the drunkard with hatred: "If you can’t cure me, I will make sure you’ll never laugh again."

This was the first time Jun Wuyang had faced such humiliation and lost so much face from his childhood to now.

A gentleman does not do unto others what he would not have them do unto him. This debt must be repaid.

He would certainly get even someday.

Jun Moyan, and that woman, including the fake doctor in front of him, none would get away.

"Threatening me? Got a screw loose in your head, right? Aren’t you afraid I’d prescribe something to make sure you never wake up again?" the drunkard shook his head as if looking at an idiot.

"If you have the guts, just prescribe it."

"Wuyang, don’t talk nonsense," Jun Qing scolded Jun Wuyang.

At a time like this, he still doesn’t know when to hold his tongue.

After scolding Jun Wuyang, Jun Qing looked at the drunkard, "What about it, can you tell what’s wrong with him? Can you cure it?"

The drunkard withdrew the hand that had been feeling Jun Wuyang’s pulse, one hand stroking his chin, appearing to be in deep thought, but inside he was full of doubt.

This Jun Wuyang isn’t sick, why would he itch like this?

If it were someone else, the drunkard would definitely have told the truth, but this person is Jun Wuyang. If he said he was helpless, it would not just be his own face he was losing, but also that of Jun Moyan and the whole Wu Garden.

While the drunkard was thinking about how to handle this situation without losing face for himself and Wu Garden, his phone in his pocket vibrated once, followed by the sound of a text message notification.

The drunkard raised an eyebrow slightly; there were only three contacts in his phone, Qing Yi, Bai Yi, and Jun Moyan.

Bai Yi usually wouldn’t send him any messages,

and Qing Yi and Jun Moyan were both here...

Without making a sound, the drunkard glanced sideways at Jun Moyan, and sure enough, saw that he had his phone in hand...