Jin Cheon-hee flipped over the blanket on the bed where Namgung Un was lying.
Thud!
There was no alcohol there.
"Please tell me where you hid it."
"Didn’t I tell you not to eat greasy or salty food? I said you need to drink plenty of fluids."
"That’s right."
"Alcohol is also a fluid."
What kind of doctor-breaking nonsense is this?
"Do not consume alcohol."
"Al… alco?"
"No, I said don’t drink alcohol! Just drink water! Water!"
Just like modern elders, martial artists also have a terrible habit of not listening to their doctors.
While rummaging through Namgung Un’s belongings, Jin Cheon-hee found a small flask hidden under the bed.
When he opened the cap, the scent of So Hongju (a type of alcohol) wafted out.
"We thoroughly inspected your belongings when you were admitted. Where on earth did you hide this?"
"Huh, just a bit of sleight of hand. This is also part of the elegance of life."
‘Elegance that’ll freeze you to death!’
Jin Cheon-hee confiscated the So Hongju and searched thoroughly to see if there was more alcohol hidden.
Judging by Namgung Un’s expression, it seemed like there was more, but he wasn’t going to say anything.
Jin Cheon-hee decided to use his ultimate move.
"Hwanggu! Hwanggu, where are you?"
Woof!