After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

"I know everything. Don't worry, mother, go back and rest." Zhong Yu only urged Jiang Yingmei to leave.

Jiang Yingmei warned again worriedly: "If he has a fever, apply warm water on his forehead, and then wipe his neck, palms, and chest."

"I know, I know." Zhong Yu urged helplessly: "You should go home quickly. The weather has been bad recently, and dad has relapsed from an old injury. Go back and take good care of him."

"Thank you for your hard work," Jiang Yingmei nodded before leaving.

Zhong Yu entered the room, walked to the bed and blinked his big eyes, looking at the pale man on the bed, not knowing what he was thinking for a moment.

It's just that her face is flushed, which shows that she is a little shy, but she simply has no other thoughts at this time, she is just shy and that's all.

It was slowly getting dark.

Chi Yang is still sleeping, and he doesn't know when he will wake up.

The woman in the kitchen brought food to Zhong Ling, a simple dish and a soup. She sat at the table and chewed slowly, her eyes falling on Chiyang from time to time.

After she finished eating, Chiyang still didn't wake up, and she didn't know when she would wake up.

Zhong Yu walked around the room boredly, touching Chiyang's forehead from time to time to see if it was burning.

Fortunately, Chiyang's situation has always been very good.

Late at night, Zhong Yu couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep on the table. He didn't wake up until late at night.

The moment she woke up, her heartbeat was very fast. The first thing she did was to check on Chiyang. Chiyang's eyes were closed tightly, but his cheeks were flushed. It seemed that something was wrong.

She raised her hand and touched his forehead lightly. It was indeed frighteningly hot.

Zhong Yu's drowsiness disappeared instantly, and she felt extremely flustered for no reason. If she slept all night, Chiyang would not be able to burn out.

Thinking about this, she was so scared that she felt lucky that she was awake, otherwise she would not be able to explain to the madam and her mother.

She quickly went to get a basin of warm water, put a towel on Chiyang's forehead, and kept wiping his neck and palms.

This cycle has been going on, but his body temperature still hasn't dropped at all. It can be seen that it has no effect at all, but it is only the fourth update now.

Naturally, she couldn't disturb Su Yue now, and her mother must have gone home.

What should she do?

Zhong Yu was running around anxiously, thinking that he could just wait a few more hours until dawn.

After thinking about it, she took the basin to the backyard and fetched a basin of well water. It had rained for so many days, and the well water was freezing cold.

If you apply this to Chiyang's forehead, will it cool down faster?

She washed the towel, carefully folded it and placed it on Chiyang's forehead.

Chiyang was chilled in his sleep, and he opened his eyes drowsily. His vision changed from blurry to clear, and a familiar face came into view.

He felt like there was a piece of ice on his forehead.

Zhong Yu was using another towel to wipe Chiyang's hands with warm water, and was still chattering without noticing that the person had woken up.

"Hurry up and get rid of the fever. If the fever continues, you will be stupid."

Chiyang opened his mouth, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, and his upper and lower lips were dry and stuck together. He said with difficulty: "Water, water."

Zhong Yu was concentrating on wiping his hands when he suddenly heard someone speaking and was startled.

The room was quiet at this late night, and even though Chiyang's voice was small and pitiful, it could still scare people.

She looked around and said cautiously: "Who?"

Chiyang swallowed and said with difficulty: "Water, give me water."

Only then did she realize that it was Chiyang who had woken up, and she was suddenly surprised and happy.

"Brother Chiyang, you're awake, how do you feel?"

Chiyang swallowed again, his throat was so dry and painful that he could only continue to repeat.

"Water, I want water."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll get you some water!" Zhong Yu hurriedly went to get some water, a look of relief on his face.

If Chiyang continued to sleep, she would be worried to death. She didn't know if the high fever had knocked him out.

Now as long as people wake up, they are not afraid of having a fever.

Zhong Yu came over with a water cup, and thoughtfully took a spoon, and carefully used the spoon to feed Chiyang water.

But Chiyang was struggling to get up, but as soon as he raised his head, he fell back with a look of pain on his face.

Only then did he realize how badly he was injured. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. He was dizzy and weak. The slightest movement felt like a knife was stirring his internal organs.

Zhong Yu hurriedly advised: "Brother Chiyang, please stop moving. Madam said that your injury is serious and you need to stay in bed to rest."

Chiyang frowned deeply and wanted to speak, but his throat hurt so much that he could only lick his lips, but his breathing became heavier.

"Don't you want some water? I'll feed you." Zhong Yu handed the water to his mouth.

Chiyang was like a shower of rain after a long drought. He drank several sips in succession. The warm water moistened his mouth, tongue and throat, making him feel much better.

After feeding several spoons, Zhong Yu continued feeding until Chi Yang shook his head.

Zhong Yu then put down the water glass and asked again: "Are you hungry? Have you not eaten for several days? But there is no one in the kitchen now. I can go and cook you a bowl of noodles."

Chi Yang felt sad, and he only thought about Leng Xiaohan. He only asked: "Is there any news about the Marquis?"

Zhong Yu's smile faded a bit, and he just pretended not to hear, and changed the subject: "I'll go cook some noodles for you. Madam asked me to take good care of you."

After saying that, he turned around and left regardless of Chiyang's reaction.

Chiyang stared blankly at the roof, his eyes full of sadness.

I wonder how the Marquis is doing now.

He would rather his wife didn't save him and let him die.

Zhong Yu went to the kitchen, cooked clear soup noodles, and fried an egg.

When she came back with her face in hand, Chiyang was still lying quietly.

Seeing that his mood was really low, Zhong Yu advised him: "Even if the Marquis is really dead, you should cheer up, otherwise what will happen to this huge Marquis Mansion?

What about the madam, the young master, and the young lady? Who protects them, and who can treat them sincerely?

If you really die and go to the Marquis to atone for your sins, I'm afraid the Marquis will have to beat you up when he sees you. "

Hearing what she said, Chiyang suddenly felt that he seemed not even qualified to die. He should live a good life, take care of his wife and two children for the Marquis, and use this life to atone for his sins.

"Come, eat some noodles."

When Zhong Yu cooked the noodles, he broke them off and cooked them, so he could feed them with a spoon.

Chi Yang was indeed hungry, so he opened his mouth and ate the food Zhong Yu fed him.

He can't die now. He has to wait until the two young masters grow up and become self-reliant before he can apologize to the Marquis.

Zhong Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw how cooperative he was in finishing all the noodles. He put down the bowl and touched Chi Yang's forehead, which was cold because of the towel on it.

She could only touch Chiyang's palm. Although it was still hot, it seemed to have receded a lot.

Still, she changed his towel and continued the application.