I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

Shi'er had been sleeping in Linhataimu's private tent for two days and two nights, and had not woken up yet.

Lin Hataimu knew that the only person who could wake Shi'er up was the witch doctor.

Lin Mok Ming followed Lin Hataimu's orders and brought the witch doctor from the dungeon to his private tent.

Because the witch doctor lied, he had to suffer torture. Now he was carried to the big tent by two of his men.

"Let her wake up." Lin Hataimu ordered his men in a cold voice.

His men brought a basin of ice water and poured it directly on the witch doctor's head.

"Ah..." The witch doctor screamed in shock. She was originally drowsy, but now she became energetic in an instant.

"Are you awake?" Lin Hataimu looked down at the witch doctor from a superior position.

The witch doctor curled up his body, silently retreated backwards, climbed up and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Young... Young Master, please spare me, Young Master, please spare me... Wuwu..."

She had suffered a lot in the dungeon these past two days. Lin Mok Ming was the best at dealing with stubborn slaves. He could torture them in a way that would not kill them but would only cause them unbearable pain.

"If you want to live, then get up and get treatment." Lin Hataimu kicked the witch doctor, who was originally kneeling, but suddenly fell forward and lay in front of the big bed.

She slowly raised her head and saw a pale, bloodless woman lying on the bed.

She got up in shock and leaned against the foot of the bed in fear, not daring to get close to Shi'er's body.

"I asked you to go and treat the illness, where are you hiding?" Lin Mokming went behind the witch doctor and kicked her in the back like Lin Hataimu did. She was forced to lie on the floor at the head of the bed. "Hurry up and treat the illness. If anything happens to Miss Shi, you will be buried with her."

"I...I..." The witch doctor was so scared that he was incoherent, but he had to sit up. Fearfully he grabbed Shi'er's slender hand that was placed outside the quilt and carefully took her pulse.

She took the pulse for only two seconds before she was so scared that she stopped.

"How?" Lin Hataimu asked anxiously.

“Young master… spare me… spare me…” The witch doctor knelt down before Lin Hatamu and kowtowed to him several times.

"Why do I want you to kowtow? I want you to treat her." Lin Hataimu was anxious and grabbed the witch doctor who was kneeling on the ground. "Hurry up and see her. Why has she been in a coma for two days and two nights and still not woken up?

The other doctors prescribed her some medicine to dispel the cold and some to treat her injuries, and she drank some of them reluctantly. When will she wake up?

If those doctors were not incompetent, Lin Hataimu would not have asked Lin Mokming to get the witch doctor out of the dungeon.

The last time Shi'er came to Loujin, it was the witch doctor who diagnosed Shi'er's illness.

He still knew whether this witch doctor was a fortune teller or had some tricks up his sleeve.

"I... I told the young master before that she... she was deeply poisoned. The poison has reached her heart. She won't live long..."

The witch doctor explained carefully.

“You research the antidote for her. No matter what medicine you need, I can get it for you, as long as you cure her disease and let her live.

As for your previous lies and helping Minmin, I can also let it go."

He interrupted the witch doctor and pressed him down next to Shi'er's bed again.

"Give her medicine quickly."

“……” The witch doctor just shook his head helplessly.

"Does she need acupuncture?" Lin Hataimu thought that witch doctors usually used silver needles to save people, so he ordered: "Lin Mokming, go to the witch doctor's tent and get her medicine box."

"Yes." Lin Mokming turned around and ran out of the tent without any hesitation.