"What are you still gawking at? Hurry up and take Xue'er away!"
Murong Hong looked at his four subordinates and bellowed furiously.
"Father, I said, I won't go to the medical hall. If you really want to force me, then you might as well just kill me. Since my illness hasn't been cured all this time, waiting another day or two won't make a difference!"
"I won't let you threaten me with my own life. Do what you will—kill or carve—as I absolutely refuse to go to the medical hall!"
Xue'er shouted at her father, her voice laced with a crying tone, clearly struggling to endure her agony.
"You...sigh! You, girl, are driving me mad!"
"I really did not raise such a stubborn daughter!"
Upon hearing Xue'er's words, Murong Hong shook his head helplessly, yet a cunning smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He knew that Xue'er dared not defy his wishes.
"Since you're so persistent, then it's out of your hands! Just stay at home!"