After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Shen Jinmo knew from the beginning that this person was Xie Nanxing, but not the Xie Nanxing of the past.

Xie Nanxing had been bullied by Xie Laoer for several years. He could not lift sharp tiles, could not wield a butcher knife to save his life, and could not sleep peacefully after experiencing rounds of assassinations.

But Shen Jinmo didn't care. A good-looking appearance was worthless to Shen Jinmo. The one he wanted to take home and raise was Xie Nanxing in front of him.

He thought that God took pity on his rough life and dark future and sent him such a sickly little kid to accompany him for a while.

The ten years of fighting alone were too cold, and the next ten years will not be smoother than the past ten.

Shen Jinmo hugged a bit of warmth and was unwilling to let go.

Even if it's risky, I want to try my best to keep it.

His consciousness was groggy, and his arms fell from the whip to the edge of the bed.

Feeling Xie Nanxing's warm breath, he fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.

The warm breath on his wrist slowly turned hot. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes, filled with murderous intent, fell towards the direction where the hot breath came from.

With just one glance, Shen Jinmo suppressed all his murderous intent, and his tense nerves relaxed in an instant.

He got up from the bed, moved closer to Xie Nanxing who was lying on the floor, and raised his hand to touch Xie Nanxing's forehead.

No matter how determined the sickly boy was, his body could not withstand the torture of the previous night and he developed a high fever.

If I don’t go see a doctor quickly, Shen Jinmo might kill me.

He took out the cloak he had worn in the past from the closet, his eyes fell on the hand warmer in the corner of the closet, and his heart tightened.

That winter when he left Luoan, his mother used up all her only bargaining chip, the Qiling Army, to protect him. Before leaving, she only had time to hand the heater in her hand to him as he was about to escape.

From Luoan to Yunhuai Village, his body was stained with the blood of countless people, including the Qiling Army who died to protect him and the pursuers he killed.

Shen Jinmo, who is responsible for thousands of lives, has no right to live in seclusion.

And Xie Nanxing, who was dragged into this situation by him, could not escape the fate of accompanying him on this path.

He reached out and dug Xie Nanxing out from under the quilt, wrapped him tightly in his cloak, and walked towards the town's clinic.

It was already past midday, the time of day when one is most prone to drowsiness in winter, and the old doctor in the clinic was dozing off.

Shen Jinmo pulled down the brim of his cloak, covering most of Xie Nanxing's face, then he put his arm around Xie Nanxing and sat down opposite the old doctor.

The whip handle hit the wooden table, and the voice was deep: "Doctor, he is sick."

It was clearly a very normal tone, but it woke the sleeping old doctor up so frightened that even his hands, which were taking Xie Nanxing's pulse, were shaking.

"Don't shake your hands."

Shen Jinmo wanted to say: If you shake again, I will chop him off.

But he didn't, the old doctor had to stay alive to treat Xie Nanxing.

“Yes… yes…” The old doctor’s hands were not only shaking, but he couldn’t even speak clearly.

"The dampness... has invaded my body, and... I was frightened, so it's... a cold."

Xie Nanxing, wrapped tightly in the cloak, had difficulty breathing. He was extremely dissatisfied with the brim of the hat that blocked his nose and affected his breathing. He raised his hand randomly to lift the brim, revealing his unforgettable sick face.

"Be good." Shen Jinmo's lips curled slightly at the childish action, and he raised his hand to put the hat back on Xie Nanxing.

The old doctor glanced at Xie Nanxing out of the corner of his eye, and after a long pause, he added, "He has been weak since birth. Even if it's just a cold, he needs to be taken care of carefully."

"Yes." He took out a silver ingot and put it on the table: "Use the medicine for the good."

Shen Jinmo, a man who lives on the edge of a knife every day, doesn't need much silver. The silver earned from hunting will not arouse suspicion, and it is more than enough to support a sick child.

The old doctor looked at the heavy ingot of silver and chatted with people casually while writing the prescription.

"What is the relationship between Guiren and Nanxing?"

The aura around him suddenly became tense. Shen Jinmo didn't like others plotting against Xie Nanxing.

Since he has raised Xie Nanxing, he is the support of this sickly kid. If this sickly kid had not found a more reliable supporter, Shen Jinmo would never have let him go.

No, if Xie Nanxing really found someone else, Shen Jinmo would deal with that person personally.

Xie Nanxing was picked up by him, so she can only be his.

"Don't worry, my lord. Nanxing has been unable to leave the courtyard since he was young. I always go to Yunhuai Village to see a doctor. Even his name was given by me."

"Nan Xing's father hasn't asked me to see him for the last three years, so I asked him a few more questions."

If a sick child is born in an ordinary farming family, the child will generally be abandoned early. Xie Nanxing's parents were able to raise this sick child for so many years, which must show that they are really loving fathers and mothers.

A farmer's family who relied on daily food would not be able to afford to raise a sick child if something happened to them. The old doctor thought that Xie Nanxing must have become a concubine of the noble man in front of him, which was why she was able to save her life.

This was also the reason why the old doctor did not mention a word about Xie Nanxing's frailty at first. He was afraid that the nobleman would think it was a waste of money to keep a sickly person, so he simply threw Xie Nanxing away.

"Continue with the recipe you used before."

Shen Jinmo felt that the doctors in this town were not very good. If he returned to Luoan in the future, Shen Jinmo would definitely take care of Xie Nanxing's health.

If Shen Jinmo lives a few more years, he will be less lonely.

The old doctor was genuinely happy that Xie Nanxing had found a good backer, but then he became worried.

The man was strong and knew at a glance that this was not something Xie Nanxing's body could withstand.

"Nanxing has had a weak body since she was young, so this bed-and-curtain affair cannot proceed now."

The old doctor was afraid that the man would despise Xie Nanxing for being useless, so he added, "If you take care of her for a year or two, she'll be able to come a few times, but you can't overindulge her."

Without responding to the doctor, Shen Jinmo lifted Xie Nanxing up by the waist and held her in his arms, while his free hand held the herbs.

After walking out of the clinic for a distance, the north wind blew up the cloak, and Shen Jinmo raised his hand and placed it on Xie Nanxing's waist and back.

When he put his hands down, he discovered that Xie Nanxing's waist was not even as wide as his palm.

This is too thin...

If it were bent lightly, wouldn't it break directly?

Obviously not believing that the man's waist could be so thin, Shen Jinmo's hand holding the medicine somehow moved towards the waistline. After touching it, he felt something was wrong and had to pinch it with some force.

"Um...don't touch...it's itchy..."

He mumbled in a sick voice, with a drawn-out tail. The limp body of the boy in his arms was even twisting, and Shen Jinmo's ears turned red.

"Don't talk nonsense."

He is sick and yet he is still not well behaved when he falls asleep, making such strange noises. He really has no scruples at all.

Xie Nanxing, who was feeling uncomfortable being held in Shen Jinmo's arms, could not even lift her eyelids. Even if she wanted to explain, she did not have the energy to do so. She simply let Shen Jinmo finish this one-man show alone.

Back on the mountainside, Shen Jinmo stuffed Xie Nanxing into a quilt, turned around and went into the kitchen with the herbs.

A blazing fire rose in the stove. Shen Jinmo poured water into the pot and then threw a bag of herbs into it.

Thick, choking smoke wafted out from the kitchen, covering every corner of the thatched cottage on the hillside. Naturally, the room where Xie Nanxing was was not spared.

Xie Nanxing, who was suffering from a high fever and dizziness, was induced to cough by the thick smoke. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw smoke all around.