Qichi: "Brother, you are so kind. Can you let me take a sip?"
Yuchizheng: "Anemia? I made you red date and black-bone chicken soup."
Qichi: "I mean, the mouth-to-mouth kind..."
Yuchizheng took out a board of throat lozenges from his pocket: "Does your throat feel uncomfortable? Here you go."
Qichi: "..."
Intention: Love yourself