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

Cheng Yangqiu looked at the horrifying purple patch, pressed it lightly a few times, and then took out the silver needle.

His acupuncture skills were naturally not as sophisticated as his senior sister's, but they were more than enough to treat bruises like this.

When the acupuncture was finished, Cheng Yangqiu stood up and wrote out the prescription for Shen Jinmo.

Mo Ping took the prescription and ran out. Xie Nanxing looked back at Shen Jinmo's haggard appearance, then turned to greet Xiao Gao.

"Xiao Gao, Shen Jinmo is ill and cannot be left alone. Go to the Imperial Academy and ask for leave for me, then go to the Grand Tutor and tell him that I can only go out after the Young Master recovers."

"I obey your command." Xiao Gao took over Xie Nanxing's order and ran out madly. His chubby face began to shake up and down because of the running.

Cheng Yangqiu set his eyes on Xie Nanxing, who looked visibly thinner and more haggard. "Master Xie, I'm here now. I'd like to check your pulse before I leave."

Xie Nanxing did not resist. He put his hand on the pulse pillow and looked at Shen Jinmo frequently.

"Thank you, Young Master. His Royal Highness will be fine." Cheng Yangqiu took back his pulse-finding hand and said, "On the contrary, you have been exhausted during this period of time. Not only has your health not improved, but the recovery you had previously had has been dragged back."

"Is that so?" Xie Nanxing's tone was a little lower: "It's okay, I understand."

Xie Nanxing's attitude made Cheng Yangqiu unable to help but nag: "In winter, your body's recovery will slow down. You should take care of yourself while it's not too cold these days."

"Please remember not to worry too much. The Crown Prince's illness is nothing compared to yours."

"This is different. He has always been in good health. If he suddenly gets sick, that's a big deal." Xie Nanxing shook his head and explained as a matter of course: "My body has been like this since I was born. I'm used to it."

He paused for a moment, then spoke more seriously: "In the eyes of doctors, they only care about the severity of the disease, not whether it is the first time you get sick."

"But I'm not a doctor."

So Shen Jinmo's illness was a big deal to Xie Nanxing.

Cheng Yangqiu was so choked by these words that he couldn't say anything.

He used to think that Xie Nanxing was a good patient who listened to the doctor the most.

It turns out it was all an illusion!

After arranging for the servants to send Cheng Yangqiu away, Xie Nanxing saw that it was still early, so he asked two servants to wipe Shen Jinmo's body and change his clothes, and also changed the bed sheets and mattress.

By the time the busy work was over, the sun had already set.

The chaos gradually calmed down, and the ice mirror in the house was emitting cool air in the distance. Xie Nanxing wrapped his robe tightly and fanned Shen Jinmo gently with a folding fan.

There are few opportunities to look at Shen Jinmo from such a close distance.

Or maybe Xie Nanxing's thoughts were innocent before, and he never looked at Shen Jinmo with any different eyes.

Now that I look at it carefully, I think it looks good everywhere.

The person in front of me was very well behaved even when he was sick. He didn't cry, make a fuss or make a fuss. He just lay quietly with his eyes closed, and even his brows were not wrinkled because of the pain.

He was tall and handsome, with a very good temper. He was generous with money and never got tired of picking him up from school every day.

With such a good man in front of him, Xie Nanxing felt that he was too dull. Only now did he understand the thoughts of this taciturn man.

It was really hard for Shen Jinmo to wait for him alone for so long.

"When did you start to love me?"

Xie Nanxing did not expect Shen Jinmo's answer. He was immersed in the sweetness he had brewed himself: "Could it be that he had developed feelings for me in Yunhuai Village?"

"If you're moved, then move on. I'm not a very conservative person. Would I choose to leave you just because you're moved?"

"I think you may have misunderstood me because of what I said before: I don't like men. I really don't like men, and I have never thought about marrying anyone."

"But you are different from others after all."

"Don't worry, I will do all the romantic things in the storybook with you."

"Although people in their early twenties are the most passionate, please bear with me for a while. When I feel better, I will naturally make it up to you."

……

Shen Jinmo stayed at home for three days, and Xie Nanxing stayed alert at all times, taking care of him day and night for three days.

The dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable against his fair skin, but he looked much more energetic than when Shen Jinmo was not at Xiangzhuyuan.

After taking care of Shen Jinmo until he finished his dinner and drank his medicine, Xie Nanxing finally had time to go into the bathroom and wash up.

He hurried back to the warm room, his hair still dripping with water, and Xiao Gao, who was chasing after him and twisting his hair with a towel.

Raising his hand to touch Shen Jinmo's forehead, Xie Nanxing touched his own forehead again and felt that Shen Jinmo seemed to have a fever again.

Considering that my body temperature is slightly lower than others, and I just took a shower, it is possible that I cannot feel it accurately.

Xie Nanxing stood up and walked out of the warm room, lowering his voice to tell Mo Ping: "A Ping, come in and feel Shen Jinmo's forehead, is he feverish again?"

Mo Ping bowed and entered the warm room. As soon as his hand approached Shen Jinmo, Shen Jinmo waved it away. His agile movements revealed his naked disdain for Mo Ping.

Judging from the speed at which he dodged, he doesn't look like a patient at all.

He pressed down Shen Jinmo's arrogant hand and coaxed him softly, "Be obedient and let Ah Ping feel you. If you have a fever again, call a doctor."

Mo Ping was clumsy and hot, so Shen Jinmo wouldn't let him get close: "No, he's too hot, I don't like it."

Being sick is painful enough, and if you encounter noise at the same time, the illness becomes even more difficult to recover from.

Xie Nanxing chose to listen to the patient's opinion, and leaned over to whisper in Shen Jinmo's ear: "Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Without opening his eyes, Shen Jinmo thought for a long time before saying, "You're cold, it won't be uncomfortable to lean on you."

"A Ping, go to the study and pick out a few more books for me. I'll keep you company tonight, so go and rest early."

Turning around, he took Xiao Gao's handkerchief and said, "You go and have a rest too. I can just dry my hair myself."

Shen Jinmo couldn't stand the noise and didn't want others to get close to him, so Xie Nanxing wanted to drive everyone out.

Xie Nanxing was willing to pamper Shen Jinmo and follow his will.

The patient is the biggest.

He took the book that Xie Nanxing wanted to read, lit two more candles, and pushed the candlestick towards Xie Nanxing.

Mo Ping turned around and went back to his room, took a mattress and spread it at the door.

He naturally couldn't let Xie Nanxing, a sickly person, take care of Shen Jinmo just because Shen Jinmo disliked him.

"Young Master, you have been up for several nights. If you are tired, take a nap. I will be right outside the door."

"Well, wrap yourself with a thicker quilt. If it's not enough, come in and get some." Xie Nanxing nodded in agreement. He knew in his heart that if Shen Jinmo really got something wrong, his body would not be able to bear it.

The candlelight flickered. Xie Nanxing placed the book on his knees, turning the pages with one hand and occasionally touching Shen Jinmo's forehead with the other.

As I was flipping through the books, I calmed down and felt that the ice jar was too cold.

Unable to bear the cold, Xie Nanxing put down the book and prepared to get up and cover himself with the blanket.

But as soon as he moved, Shen Jinmo opened his eyes and muttered, "Xie Nanxing, where are you going?"

Sitting back in the chair, he explained in a low voice: "It's a bit cold, go get the blanket to cover yourself."

Shen Jinmo hadn't fallen asleep yet, so Xie Nanxing couldn't leave him: "I have a blanket here, can't you sleep in the same bed with me?"

Xie Nanxing softened his heart and did not move again.

We are all men. Shen Jinmo is so sick, is there anything we can do to him?

Even if I did it, it wouldn't be unacceptable...