Vania's resistance to treatment was common among patients.
She refused to accept it, arguing irrationally and emphasizing that she was not a patient.
Hanson also no longer wished to debate with her. He just wanted her to drink the medicine quickly because it would be bad if it got cold.
"Whether you are a patient or not is not up to you," he said.
"Then, who gets to decide? Is it you?"
Hanson shook his head and mentioned the most powerful person, saying, "Of course, it's not up to me either. Our daughter is the one who gets to decide."
Their daughter was a divine doctor, so whatever she said was correct.
Vania wouldn't acknowledge it either if it were coming from another person.
While saying that, he made sure to threaten Vania. "If you don't do as I say, I'll tell the kids about it."
Vania stared at Hanson incredulously, her eyes widening in shock.
Is he threatening me now?
"I thought I'm your favorite little one," she replied.
When Hanson understood the meaning of this statement, he firmly proclaimed, "You are indeed my favorite little one. But if you don't drink it, I'll still tell the kids."
Vania glared at him angrily, hoping to make Hanson back down with her rage.
On the other hand, Hanson was not afraid of Vania at all, thanks to the support of their seven babies.
His gaze didn't waver at all.
In the end, Vania was defeated.
She began negotiating, asking, "If I take a sip, will you take a sip too?"
This way, she would be able to drink less.
Hanson, she reasoned, would never agree if she forced her way.
So, she immediately changed her strategy by placing her hands under her chin and making a pleading gesture.
"Please…" She begged Hanson with a coaxing tone and fluttering eyelashes. "Please? Pretty please."
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