[Basic three] Help, wait for me

When Mo Zhichen came back from drinking cold water, the person on the bed was already dazed and motionless.Putting the basin beside the bed, and gathered his quilt together, and then sat next to the edge of the bed, watching him quietly.

His face buried in the hair was still flushed, and he was breathing a little fast.

Mo Zhichen stretched out his hand and slowly stretched his slightly wrinkled brow, and gently gathered a lock of hair behind his ear.

Nan Jiu rubbed his fingers against his ear, and said in a weak dream, "I... miss you..."

Mo Zhichen didn't know who he was talking about, but felt that it had something to do with it, so he kissed his earlobe lightly, and said with a light smile, "I miss you too."

into the night.

Nan Jiu developed a high fever, and her body temperature remained high, and her face, which had just turned a little bloody, turned pale and pale after steaming.His body was sweating intermittently, but he kept shivering and screaming cold. No matter how many layers of quilts were placed on him, it could not be relieved.

In addition to the high fever, even the wounds on his body continued to ooze blood, staining layers of bandages.

Mo Zhichen was anxious, the fever must subside and the blood must be stopped, otherwise the person will collapse and die.

After soaking in cold water, he gently wiped his forehead, cheeks and arms with a half-wrought towel, but the effect was minimal, and the temperature that had just dropped a little would burn even worse in a blink of an eye.

Once the blood from the wound oozes out, I change it for him. The replaced bandages pile up a whole basin, and the wound shows no signs of stopping.

But you can't give up, even if there is a little improvement, you can't let it go.

Nan Jiu was restless, breathing shallow and fast, and kept saying nonsense nonsense.The person became paler and paler, the lip color was almost the same as the skin, and even a layer of dead skin exploded under the heat.

Mo Zhichen couldn't stand it anymore, and called the doctor when he wanted to go out, turned around, Nan Jiu's hand lightly hooked his sleeve, and begged him not to leave with a hoarse and dry voice.Blinking her eyes anxiously, she grabbed him tightly and said, I won't run around anymore, don't leave me behind.

Mo Zhichen responded to him, not leaving, not going anywhere.Before finishing speaking, Nan Jiu's hand dropped down, and his eyes were out of focus.

Knowing that he was just having a nightmare, he half-kneeled in front of the couch and held it behind his back.Even though he knew he couldn't hear him, he still promised him over and over again, don't go, don't go anywhere, you'll get better soon.

Every once in a while, someone ordered to bring warm water to wash the wound, Mo Zhichen took advantage of the situation and asked him to call the doctor.

After the doctor looked at it, he couldn't tell the reason, but he prescribed a prescription to reduce fever, stop bleeding, nourish the heart and calm the nerves, and ordered the head to be fried.

After tossing until the medicine bowl was delivered, Nan Jiu was in a daze and delirium, no matter how she shouted, she didn't respond in the slightest, her hoarse voice sometimes called out pain, sometimes laughed, and sometimes her hands and feet twitched suddenly.

Mo Zhichen held down his restless hand, afraid that he would hurt himself, and then used a small spoon to scoop up the thick black medicinal soup and moistened his lips little by little. The medicine was very bitter, and Nan Jiu swallowed it very hard. Reluctantly, until he kept his mouth shut, he refused to drink any more.

Mo Zhichen put another spoonful against his lips, and patiently persuaded him, "Ah Jiu, be obedient, just take a few more sips to get better."

Nan Jiu refused to listen, and spit out all the medicine that was poured into his mouth, flowing down the pillow from the corner of his mouth, and Mo Zhichen hurriedly picked up a towel to clean it up.

Seeing that Nan Jiu didn't cooperate, and it was too slow to drink like this, he swallowed it himself in the end, fed him mouthful, pressed his lips, and forcefully pushed the liquid medicine in.

Nan Jiu struggled a bit at first, but after a few sips, he began to drink it on his own initiative, even sticking out his tongue instinctively to ask Mo Zhichen for more intimate contact.

After feeding a bowl of medicinal soup, Nan Jiu was still not satisfied, sobbing as if begging, and slightly parted his lips waiting for Mo Zhichen's favor.

Mo Zhichen put down the medicine bowl, just wiped the corner of his mouth with the corner of the towel, ignoring his request.

But it is inevitable to have doubts in my heart. Nan Jiu's current performance is not just a tactful medicine.Even if the wound is not inflamed and suppurated, even if it is hot due to the cold, it should not be so severe.

But he doesn't understand medicine after all, even if he has doubts, he can only observe first.

After two rounds of medicine in one night, Nan Jiu finally settled down, stopped talking nonsense, her breathing gradually became longer, her body was no longer as hot as it was in the middle of the night, and the bleeding from the wound slowed down a lot.

Mo Zhichen finally felt a little more at ease, lightly shook his hand, and fell asleep beside Nan Jiu, exhausted and sleepy.

The dawn in the snow field seems to be very early, the snow reflects the white light into the window, but it is silent, there is no wind and no birdsong, it is very cold.

Nan Jiu slowly opened her eyes, feeling a little thirsty, so she licked her lips and frowned instantly, feeling so bitter.Thinking back, it seemed that he had been force-fed with a lot of bitter Chinese medicine last night, which was really unpalatable.

As for the others, I can't remember clearly.

Turning his head slightly, he saw Mo Zhichen lying asleep on the edge of the bed, still holding his hand tightly.

Oh, it really was him who took care of him all night, but unfortunately most of them can't remember, otherwise it should be a good memory, which can be used to entertain him in the future.

Tangtang has no intention of helping the Lord or something.

Nan Jiu smiled slightly, remembering that he seemed to have been seriously injured, so he lifted a corner of the quilt and pulled it over his shoulders.

When Mo Zhichen's fingers were pressed down by the horn, Nan Jiu thought it woke him up, so he quickly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.After a long while, hearing nothing happened, I secretly squinted to see, um, I didn't wake up as expected.

But he didn't dare to move anymore, so he could only stare at the curtain above his head in a daze.

Recalling my experience in the past half month, it is simply legendary.I have been on the bed of the boss, I have ridden the horse of a local tyrant, I have entered a perverted small dark room, I have eaten strange stimulants, and I have been beaten for no reason.

Perhaps there will never be a more strange experience in my life.

Maybe he will never meet someone who is more gentle to him in his life.

Nan Jiu looked down at the sleeping Mo Zhichen again, and reached out to stroke his hair hanging on the bed.Why did such a gentle person become the target of public criticism, why did he hate each other when he met his biological elder brother, why did he treat himself so well...

Just thinking about it like this, the hair in the fingers moved slowly, and it was pulled out.

Nan Jiu quietly watched him wake up, raised his head, and the two looked at each other, calm and turbulent.

Mo Zhichen suddenly caressed his face, touched his forehead and neck, and said with a sigh of relief, "The fever is gone."

Nan Jiu didn't speak, but rolled his eyes, watching his careful and gentle movements.

It was also found that he was wearing crumpled clothes, the belt was half untied, his hair was untied, and there were dark stains on the cuffs.

It seems that they are all my own masterpieces...

"How do you feel?" Mo Zhichen asked concerned.

Nan Jiuji lightly shook his head.

"Don't want to talk?" Mo Zhichen reached into the quilt and tried the temperature of his body. Fortunately, he was just sweating and said with a smile, "Then don't talk, I'll get you a change of clothes." clothing."

Nan Jiu grabbed his sleeve again, and Mo Zhichen looked down at him suspiciously.

Nan Jiu pinched the corner of his sleeve more tightly, moved her lips slowly, and said "thank you" lightly.

Mo Zhichen was a little dazed, looked at the corners of his reddish eyes, and said with a smile, "Thank you for what."

Nan Jiu only felt her eyes become more sore, and said in a low voice, "You are so kind to me, I have nothing to repay you, and I will pay you back the life you owed me."

Mo Zhichen couldn't help chuckling, leaned over to his face, and pinched his cold nose at a short distance, and said, "Since I owe you, then I will always owe it to you, so that the little general will never forget it in the future." Can't lose me."

Nan Jiu sniffled, "Ah? What do you mean?"

Just from the distance, he kissed her superficially, and the corners of her lips slightly raised without explaining, but only asked, "Ah Jiu, what would you like to eat?"

With this reminder, his stomach grunted in disappointment. He hadn't had a drop of water in the dark room for three days, and he was dependent on the breeze for his life. Now he can really realize that it is a happy thing to still have the strength to eat.

Nan Jiu pulled the quilt up to cover her chin, thought for a while, and said, whatever is fine.

Mo Zhichen nodded, got up to leave, but paused again, and said with a smile, "Let's go this time, don't tug on my sleeve again."

Nan Jiu hurriedly dropped the corner of the clothes in her hand and shrank into the quilt.

Before going out, he said, "Call the doctor to have a look, and I'll bring you food and clothing later. If you're sleepy, sleep for a while, don't hold back."

With this order, Nan Jiu really wanted to cry.Except for my mother, no one has treated him so meticulously, taking care of him all night, and guarding him all night.

After Mo Zhichen left, many heads poked in through the crack of the door, and lined up to peek inside.

Nan Jiu sat up slowly, adjusted the soft pillow to lean on, and stretched out half of his head to look at them.

A few people outside the door squeezed through the crack of the door to look, but couldn't see Nan Jiu in the depths of the room at all, so they stretched their necks in again.While stretching, he suddenly saw Nan Jiu who was staring at them with blinking eyes. With a flick, he lost his footing, broke through the door and rushed in, crushing them into a pile.

Nan Jiu was startled, and retreated half a minute.

The pile on the ground scrambled up, scratched their heads and grinned, "Morning...good morning"

Nan Jiu had no choice but to reply, "Good morning."

They couldn't think of what to say, so they opened their mouths and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Nan Jiu thought about it, he was sick for most of the night, so he said, "It's not good, it's hard."

But they suddenly showed a look of enlightenment, and even the way they looked at Nan Jiu became more and more strange.After whispering for a long time, one of them said loudly, "Our leader is very powerful, so follow him!"

Nan Jiu really felt that Mo Zhichen was very powerful, whether it was his status, mental skills, or ability to take care of others, he nodded and said, "He is indeed very powerful."

As a result, the A, B, C, and D people at the door huddled together even more, muttering and not knowing what they were talking about.

They were still discussing, another person quietly came in from the door, changed into a black robe embroidered with gold, saw this group, and was not annoyed, and shouted in a subdued voice, "Lu Qianyun!"

With this sound, everyone in the room froze in shock, turned around tremblingly, and fell to the ground again.Then a Mingjiao disciple with a sad face came in from nowhere, and he slapped the heads on the ground one by one, and said angrily, "I told you to take a peek, and you were discovered if you were told to take a peek! Injure me!"

Then he smiled apologetically, "Master, this time it's really none of my business!"

Mo Zhichen patted Lu Qianyun's shoulder lightly.

But from Nanjiu's perspective, every time he patted, Mingjiao's body shook heavily. Mingjiao's body was half a point shorter when he took a straight shot, and his knees were bent and his lower body was firmly fixed.

Lu Qianyun didn't dare to hide, and apologized, "We made a mistake, the leader has something to say."

Mo Zhichen said with a smile on his face, "Go down the mountain and fetch twenty pieces of snow fox fur and fire fox fur each, make them into fur cloaks and send them over. If you can't get them today, you don't have to come back."

Forty furs belonged to Snow Fox and Firefox.Foxes are very cunning, not to mention that they are quite spiritual. It would be nice to meet a few of them, and they have to peel their skins to make cloaks.

But Lu Qianyun didn't dare to bargain, so he hit the heads of the next row one by one, and responded with a wry smile, "Let's go now." Then he dragged them away.

Mo Zhichen took the tray from behind, and with a glance, a rather old Mr. Wan Hua came in, stroking his short goatee.

To be honest, Nan Jiu's face twitched.

This has greatly slandered the sacred image of Kaolin Flower in his mind. The flower buddies are old and have no temperament at all.

He pursed his lips and stretched out his wrist to feel his pulse.Mo Zhichen took a bowl of porridge from the tray and stood aside to wait.

After checking his left hand and right hand, he looked at his complexion and then his tongue coating. Nan Jiu felt uncomfortable when he looked straight at him, so he stroked his beard slowly and said, "The general's pulse is stable, his breath is calm, and his pale face is caused by blood loss. He needs to be recuperated for a while." It should be fine."

Mo Zhichen nodded, thanked the old man, and waited for him to write the prescription and send it out, before turning around and coming back.

Nan Jiu was trying to reach the bowl on the tall table by himself, but his left hand was inconvenient, so he twisted his body and used his right hand.

Seeing Mo Zhichen, he grabbed the bowl in two or three steps, and then sat in front of him, gently blowing the porridge water to dissipate heat.

Nan Jiu stretched her neck to look at the bland porridge, and sighed.

Mo Zhichen glanced at his expression, scooped up a spoon, blew a few mouthfuls, and handed it to Nan Jiu's mouth, "Red jujube porridge. I'll make other things when you get better."

Ah, I ate it in one bite, tasted it, it was a little sweet, and didn't say anything else.

Mo Zhichen took another spoonful and handed it over, saying in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Nan Jiu swallowed the porridge and stared at him with blinking eyes.

"Bringing you in, and making you hurt for me." He raised the porridge in the bowl and said.

How can such a weak person look like Mo Zhichen who reined in his horse and laughed on the top of the cliff?Nan Jiu felt a little sad for no reason, and hurriedly finished chewing the uncooked rice grains before saying, "I don't feel any pain anymore."

It doesn't hurt anymore, so you don't have that sad look anymore.

Mo Zhichen still had eyes full of tenderness like water, and brought a spoonful of porridge in front of him, and there were still two small pieces of jujube meat floating in the spoon.

Nan Jiu looked at it twice, and felt that Mo Zhichen must not believe it, so she raised her left hand and showed it to him, "If you don't believe me, look, it's really all right."

But when the arm was raised to the chest, it couldn't be lifted, and there was only difficulty and powerless trembling when it went up.Some couldn't believe it, so they raised it even harder, but even though Nan Jiu was sweating from exhaustion, he couldn't lift it past the shoulder line.

Then he raised his eyes to Mo Zhichen for the answer.

Mo Zhichen put down the spoon, put his hand into his palm, shook it slowly, and said sadly, "The doctor said that the injury is serious, and it has not been healed for a long time, and some bones and flesh are necrotic. In the future... I am afraid I will not be able to lift objects." up"

Nan Jiu clenched his left hand hard. In fact, he had exerted the greatest strength, but he could only hold Mo Zhichen's fingers loosely.

Relieving his strength, he pointed to the bowl and said with a smile, "Then trouble you have to feed me these few days."

Mo Zhichen said in a daze, "Why do you..."

"Why aren't you disappointed or angry?" Nan Jiu smiled, "You've already vented your sorrow for me, so I won't make things difficult for myself."

Nan Jiu's reaction was beyond Mo Zhichen's expectation. His free and easy manner made Mo Zhichen feel more guilty.But he also felt that it was this little general who seemed to care nothing was his temperament.

So he continued to scoop porridge to feed him.

Nan Jiu chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and then stared at Mo Zhichen seriously for a while, feeling that his frowning was really ugly, so she said, "Mo Zhichen, you don't even have any momentum if you don't smile."

Mo Zhichen blew hot air and said, "What momentum?"

Nan Jiu said seriously, "The aura of a bad guy."

Mo Zhichen laughed, thankfully he can figure out what kind of aura the villain has.

Seeing that Mo Zhichen smiled, Nan Jiu nodded and continued to drink his blood-enriching red date porridge contentedly.

That's right, a villain has to look like a villain, otherwise he would look like a ball that has been bullied, and the whole person is deflated, which really doesn't fit his status.

With Mo Zhichen's spoon, the bowl was drained very quickly, Nan Jiu licked the sugar sticking to his mouth, leaned comfortably on the cushion, and felt that it would be good to live his life like this.

Mo Zhichen put down the bowl, put the new clothes aside, and said, "From now on..."

Nan Jiu thought that he was going to ask where he was going in the future, and wanted to force him to go.I thought, if he dared to ask, then he would have to break up and find a place where there is no trouble and chaos to hide from the world.

When waiting for the second half of the sentence, although he pretended to be indifferent on the surface, he was making all kinds of small calculations on the ground, and even calculated how much money to extort from him.

After a long time, Nan Jiu stared at him, and he said softly, "From now on, just stay here with me."

The hill of gold, silver and jewels in Nan Jiu's heart suddenly collapsed, but the little heart behind the hill became even redder.Smiling triumphantly, he leaned down, feeling at ease.

After a while, food sleepiness came up, so I squinted my eyes and began to doze off.

Mo Zhichen took the book and sat beside him to accompany him.