C136 Is This the Drug

"Cough, cough, cough, cough. . . "

A sweet smell went down his nose and into his stomach. Zhao Qinghe felt that someone had poured some slop into his mouth and he was so disgusted that he couldn't help but vomit. He used his uninjured hand to support himself on the ground and seemed to have heard a familiar voice.

Was it Zhao Chanqiu? It shouldn't be. That child was in school