Dream Hua Embers Records

Yan Qihao grabbed Yan Yin's hand again and held it together, as if holding some kind of treasure.

Yan Yin didn't seem to have the strength to speak anymore, so she just smiled at Yan Qihao.

Dai Zihe fed Yan Yin a few more sips of water, then sat back behind the table.

Yan Qihao refused to leave, holding Yan Yin's hand and standing by the stove.

"Father..." Yan Yin's voice was very low, and she looked a little cute, "Go and rest, it's too hot here."

Yan Qihao nodded, but took off his clothes until only his jacket remained, and still stayed beside the Linglong Stove, holding Yan Yin's hand.

Yan Yin smiled helplessly, and told Brother Die, "Go and help the prince get a little scorpion."

Yan Qihao sat on the twig, Yan Yin lowered his hands, a pair of big rough hands and a slender little hand were still holding together.Because Yan Qihao was sitting short and Linglong Stove was too high, Yan Yin tried her best to hang her arms down, and Yan Qihao also tried her best to raise her arms to make Yan Yin more comfortable. Neither of them wanted to let go of their hands.

The monotonous click of the copper kettle drip and the damp heat in the room make people drowsy.Dai Zihe leaned against each other and dozed off, while a few servants leaned against each other.Yan Qihao was also overwhelmed by a burst of tiredness, and couldn't help closing his eyes gently.

"Father, save me...Father, save me..." A low voice came from his ear, and Yan Qihao suddenly woke up.

"Yin'er! What's wrong with you, Yin'er?!" Yan Yin's head was tilted on her shoulders, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were closed, and she kept muttering, "Father, save me..."

"Mr. Dai, Mr. Dai, come and have a look!" Yan Qihao shouted.

Everyone woke up, Dai Zihe rushed over to feel Yan Yin's pulse, but seeing that Yan Qihao was still holding Yan Yin's hand tightly, he had no choice but to pull Yan Yin's injured arm.

"How? Is there something wrong?" Yan Qihao looked concerned.

"It's okay." Dai Zihe said, picked up the teapot, and poured Yanyin two sips of tea from the spout.

Yan Yin also seemed to wake up a little bit, she opened her eyes wide, glanced at Dai Zihe, and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't make a sound.

"Yin'er, what do you think? What's wrong?" Yan Qihao asked.

This time Yan Yin didn't even open her eyes, but Yan Qihao clearly felt the four fingers in his palm move slightly, as if in response.

"It's like this every time, it's okay. Come on, it will be ready in half an hour." After Dai Zihe finished speaking, he sat back behind the desk.

The words "Father, save me" echoed in Yan Qihao's ears for a long time, filling his heart to the brim.Every time this child encounters something, he will always spit out this sentence unconsciously, but, has he ever saved him?

"Remove the fire." I don't know how long it took, Dai Zi and these four words awakened everyone again.

Yan Qihao jumped up, and was about to lift the lid of the Linglong Stove.

"Don't move that one." Dai Zihe hurriedly stopped him.

After the boys removed the charcoal fire, Dai Zihe unhurriedly pulled out the long poles one by one.

Yan Qihao was so anxious that he rubbed his hands together, paced around the Linglong Stove, but it was inconvenient to urge Dai Zihe.

Yan Yin was still asleep, the shadow of her long eyelashes cast on her fair face, making her look extraordinarily peaceful.

Putting on the hood and pulling away all the long poles, he lifted the lid, wrapped Yan Yin's body tightly with the cloth that was simmering on the smoker cage, and gently carried him out.

"I'll do it." Yan Qihao stretched out his hand to take it.Yan Yin's stature followed her mother's, she was not tall, and her bones were slender, Yan Qihao felt unexpectedly light in her arms.Yan Qihao just put on his middle clothes, ran back to Yan Yin's bedroom in three steps at a time, and put him gently on the kang.

"Be careful." Dai Zihe, who came after him, stretched out his hand and put Yan Yin in a side-lying position, "His back and arms are injured, be careful not to touch him."

Yan Qihao stood there with his hands clasped, a little embarrassed, Xin Dao Shuyu was right, he was really too careless.

Dai Zihe put down the curtain, and then opened the cloth sheet wrapped around Yan Yin's body.

The body of a 16-year-old boy was naked in front of Yan Qihao for the first time.The wound on Yan Yin's back was really bad, the welts were so red and swollen, it hurts just looking at it.

Dai Zihe put the medicine on Yan Yin's back lightly, covered him with a quilt, and then took off the bandage on his arm, and looked at the wound on his arm.

"There is nothing serious about the two places. If we can continue tomorrow, it will make him suffer a little more." Dai Zihe sighed.

"When will he wake up?" Yan Qihao hurriedly asked.

"An hour later." Dai Zihe said, lighting up the incense.Yan Qihao recognized the aroma, and knew it was refreshing, probably to make Yan Yin wake up faster.

"After these few days of treatment, will he no longer be in pain?" Yan Qihao asked again.

"Temporarily yes, but you still need to pay attention to maintenance. It is absolutely impossible to go to the battlefield, and you can't practice martial arts. The prince should give up his heart!"

Yan Qihao smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to interface.

"It's like this porcelain." Dai Zihe pointed to the small Ru kiln bowl on the desk. It's also blasphemy."

Five days passed quickly, and Yan Yin survived this torture-like treatment, and her body became extremely weak.The injuries on her arms and back were slightly repeated, which caused Yan Yin to develop a low-grade fever, and after a few days of recuperation, she finally calmed down.

Early this morning, Yan Qihao went to visit Yan Yin again, but before he reached the door, he heard the sound of arguing inside.

"Little bastard! You're messing around again when you're in better shape!" It was Dai Zihe's voice.

"Master, I'm not messing around. Didn't I listen to your words and lie obediently on the bed?" Yan Yin dragged her voice and replied as if she was singing, clearly she was acting like a baby.

"Then you should just lie down, what are you doing with these twigs?" There was a clanging sound, as if Dai Zihe had whisked something to the ground.

"Master!" Yan Yin protested, "Are you bored..."

"Bored, you don't know how to read a book? You don't want this arm when you play with this crap, do you?"

"How can it be so serious? I have studied medicine for eight years, Master, you can't scare me." Yan Yin's tone was smiling.

"Your tendon is broken, do you know that? If you move too much before it grows well, you will get cramped together, and you will have problems flexing and stretching your arms in the future!" Before the words finished, there was a snap, which seemed to be the result of the wearing and tearing. I made a note of Yan Yin.

"It's almost better. I know my own body."

"You know what a fart!" There was another slap, "You can't feel the pain yourself, and you feel okay with multiple injuries!"

"Master, you are unreasonable, and you beat people if you can't say it." Yan Yin scolded.

There was another snap, "I'm just being unreasonable, what's the matter? I'm a doctor and you are a patient, so you have to listen to me!"

"I'm also a doctor..." Yan Yin muttered softly.

"You haven't become a teacher yet, I say you are not, you are not!"

Afraid that Yan Yin would be beaten again, Yan Qihao hurriedly opened the door and broke in, stopped in front of Yan Yin, and said, "Mr. Dai, you have something to say, don't do it."

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