ungrateful

The author has something to say: Alright, alright, let me comfort you~

Ji An wasn't very good-looking, at most he could be called handsome, but when he was sick, his red and blood-colored lips were pale, but his fair face was flushed red with thin and small shrunken eyes. Under the quilt, she was so well-behaved that people felt pitiful.

Huoxiang's face was wrinkled, and she blamed Ji An for not taking good care of herself. Yan Huai thought he was noisy, so she threw the fan in Huoxiang's arms: "Grind and spread paper!"

At this moment, Xin Chi came back to his senses, ordered his servants to prepare paper and pens for the banquet, and asked hesitantly, "How is he?"

Yan Huai felt Ji An's pulse, and when he wanted to say "it's nothing serious", his eyes stopped at a certain part of Ji An's neck that was covered under the thin quilt.

It was bitten by some kind of mosquito, or bruised, or...

Yan Huai leaned closer and said to Ji An, "Open your mouth and let me see."

Ji An obediently cooperated with Yan Huai's inspection, opened his mouth obediently, and spit out a small section of red and soft tongue, but his eyes fell on Xin Chi.

His eyes were watery, and Xin Chi's heart was suffocated when he saw it. All he could see was the tip of Ji An's tongue that was obediently opened, and he almost immediately remembered its softness and obedience.

Xin Chi felt uncomfortable, and made an excuse and said, "Brother Yan, I'll call the butler. After you prescribe the prescription, let him fetch the medicine."

Yan Huai gave a "hmm" and said to Ji An, "Okay."

He didn't intend to look at Ji An's tongue coating, it was just a cover, in order to get closer and see if the marks on Ji An's neck were what he thought.

As soon as Xin Chi went out, only Yan Huai and Ji An were left in the room, Ji An's attention fell on Yan Huai, his voice was dry and hoarse, and he thanked Yan Huai: "Master Yan, thank you. "

His status is low, so he really shouldn't have asked Yan Huai to diagnose him. If Xin Chi hadn't been here just now and he had lost his mind for a while, Ji An wouldn't have dared to lie down and let Yan Huai diagnose his pulse.

But now that the diagnosis has been made, Ji An can only say again: "I'm fine, I'm causing trouble to Mr. Yan."

Yan Huai ignored his nonsense about respect and order, and asked directly: "Ji Pingan, are you injured anywhere?"

Ji An was taken aback by his question, he didn't know whether to remind Yan Huai not to say the word "ping", or to cover up that he was not injured.

He looked at Yan Huai in a daze, and Yan Huai said again: "I'm a doctor now, don't lie to me, you have a bad burn, be careful of your own life."

He didn't speak fast and his tone was not heavy, but he sounded a little unhappy.

Of course Ji An was afraid of death, but he didn't dare to tell an outsider that he and the young master had done such a thing, so he could only vaguely say: "Yes, there is something broken."

Yan Huai glanced at the direction below him, but did not speak again, but Ji An was full of anxiety, as if he was afraid that he would ask some difficult questions.

Fortunately, Yan Huai didn't ask any more questions, and tucked his already well-covered quilt into him, saying, "Ji Pingan, I brought few servants here, Huoxiang likes you very much as a playmate. , so if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to Yanjia to ask me for help, understand?"

Ji An actually didn't understand very well, he was his young master's book boy, what did he need the help of Mr. Yan's family for?

But Yan Huai's tone was very kind and gentle, as if Ji An was bewitched, he nodded honestly: "Understood."

Yan Huai smiled, changed him into a cold towel, and said to him, "Little fool."

After changing the towel, Yan Huai got up and went out to prescribe a prescription for him. After a while, Huoxiang came back and brought Ji An a bowl of porridge and a side dish. Seeing Ji An obediently drinking from the bowl, his appetite seemed pretty good. Only then did he feel relieved, and he comforted Ji An and said, "Don't worry, you will be fine. Although my young master has not treated a few patients, he is very powerful, really."

Ji An took a mouthful of porridge and almost choked on it.

He thought of his blind admiration for his young master, and compared it to Huoxiang's relationship with Yan Huai, frowning in fear, he thought, won't he really be cured to death by Yan Huai, right?

Huoxiang didn't know what Ji An was thinking. Seeing that he didn't eat, he thought Ji An was full, so he muttered, "Hurry up and finish eating, how can you feel better after eating so little?"

Ji An gulped down the porridge in his mouth, carefully held the bowl and asked Huoxiang, "Young Master Yan...is he really good?"

Huoxiang said: "That's right, didn't my young master give you a sachet to repel mosquitoes? It's easy to use, that's the prescription my young master made himself!"

Ji An, who was bitten badly by mosquitoes every summer, realized belatedly that he did suffer a lot less this year.

He was ashamed of his doubts about Yan Huai just now, his cheeks became hot, so he could only drink porridge in suspense.

When he was almost done drinking, Huoxiang came over to help him clean up the dishes, and then gave him a box of ointment, and said mysteriously: "Here, my young master said that he would secretly give it to you, for trauma—— "

"Jian, when did you get traumatized?!"

Huoxiang realized that something was wrong while talking, she even forgot Yan Huai's order to keep quiet, her voice immediately became louder.

Holding the ointment, Ji An was so ashamed when he thought about where his "broken place" was and how it came about, he couldn't figure out how to make up a reason to lie to Huoxiang, and said stupidly For no reason, he said, "Just, just, it's okay."

Huoxiang really regarded Ji An as a friend, and when she was in a hurry, she insisted on pulling off the quilt to see where the injury was. Ji An was not as strong as Huoxiang, and when he was about to cry, Yan Huai's voice came Come over: "Huoxiang? Why did you send a medicine for so long, and you can't come back?"

My master spoke, and Huoxiang was caught by Ji An and stopped by the horns, so she could only reply loudly: "Come here!"

Then he changed his voice to a smaller voice and told Ji An: "Next time! I will interrogate you next time, you should rest well!"

Ji An heaved a sigh of relief, obediently nodded in agreement with Huo Xiang, and saw a corner of cyan floating by the door of the wing where he lived, which was the color of Yan Huai's outer shirt today.

Huoxiang left, the room fell silent, Ji An waited expectantly for a while, but Xin Chi didn't come in again.

He had no energy, was sullen, drowsy, and was thinking about the young master he hadn't seen for two days. He struggled not to fall asleep. the little pill bottle.

Ji An reached down, groped for a while, and found the bottle by his waist.

The fine white porcelain bottle was exquisitely made with a turn-lock lid. Ji An pursed his lips and thought for a while, then opened the small bottle, rubbed it out with his fingertips, and retracted his hands under the quilt with a blushing face, shivering And tremblingly wiped the position behind him.

The place was so swollen that it hurt to touch.

Ji An shivered and applied the ointment twice, sweating from the pain on his forehead.

But soon I felt a slight coolness, which relieved the swelling and soreness very well.

Ji An was uncomfortable and didn't dare to make a sound. He lay with his lips pursed, and waited for the ointment to take effect. When he tried to press the small bottle under his pillow awkwardly, he saw the engraving on the bottom of the bottle——

That is a feast word.