Zilan

The witch doctor is an old woman with not very good eyesight, but when she raised Jiang Jiuwan's wrist to check the situation, even if she couldn't see clearly, she knew how terrifying the eyes beside her were. As long as she dared to use any more force, her hand would be chopped off.

"Mr. Jiang was already sick from worry, and the evil cold entered his body and his bones were too weak, which caused damage to his heart vessels. Fortunately, there was a breath of energy to protect him. Did you take any medicine just now?" The witch doctor put it down tremblingly. Those thin, pale hands.

Yan Zhuoqing handed the medicine bottle to her for a look. The witch doctor took a deep breath and praised: "Good medicine! I don't know who made it. If this young master takes it every day, I will prescribe some more medicine." Take care of your body, and you will recover within five days."

Yan Zhuoqing nodded and said good, she was so solemn that she almost took a pen and paper to memorize all her words, which made the witch doctor less afraid of him, and chatted with him about a lot of things that should be paid attention to, such as these few words There is no wind in the sun, and you can't touch the water for bathing or the like.

"Because I'm worried that Mr. Jiang's body can't bear it now, so the first medicine will be calmer, and Mr. Jiang's condition may worsen before the medicine fully takes effect, so I have to stay by his side tonight and watch. There is a problem." The witch doctor ordered.

"Girl Sang, follow me to grab the medicine." The witch doctor held on to a cane, and poked the worried Sang Hua, "If you don't cook the medicine, you will really worry about this young master."

Sang Hua hurriedly followed after hearing the words, shouting "Master Witch Doctor" one after another.

The sound faded away, and only Yan Zhuoqing and Jiang Jiuwan were left in the tent.

Yan Zhuoqing stooped to wipe off the sweat on the young master's forehead. Feeling the familiar breath, the young master tilted his head slightly and leaned against the back of his hand.

"Worry and worry, what's on your mind, young master?"

It's just that the person being questioned was sleeping on the couch and couldn't answer him.

That night Jiang Jiuwan really got hotter, his face was sickly flushed, but his body was extremely cold, and there was a slight moan leaking from his mouth, with a crying voice, Yan Zhuoqing leaned closer to listen, as if he was shouting something, don't go away .

Is it mother?Who should I call?

"I won't go." Yan Zhuoqing wiped away the drops of water from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know if it was sweat or tears. He wished that he would bear the crime for him. "I won't leave the young master." How could he be willing to leave?

Maybe his words worked, Jiang Jiuwan gradually calmed down, but just grasped Yan Zhuoqing's hand when it was about to leave, and subconsciously retained his breath.

Yan Zhuoqing clenched the slipping hand behind his back and wrapped it in his palm, as if he could absorb the pain to himself.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the young master's body temperature began to rise. Although it was still a little cold to the touch, it would not be as cold as a dying person.He woke up a few times due to physical discomfort, and Yan Zhuoqing coaxed him to sleep again, so that he would not feel so uncomfortable when he fell asleep.

So much so that when Jiang Jiuwan really woke up, it was already dusk.

He blinked, dispelling the haze from his vision.

The drowsy light fell through the gap onto the hair of the person beside the bed, just as warm as the palm covering his hand.

Jiang Jiuwan's mind was still blank just after waking up, but when he saw him, he couldn't help but frowned: "Yan—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat was hoarse as if it had been ground with gravel, causing a cough.

A pair of hands supported him, attached to his back, and then a burst of Qi carefully poured into the meridians of the body.

After Jiang Jiuwan relieved his cough, he withdrew his hand and placed it on his forehead.

Yan Zhuoqing didn't dare to exert too much energy for the young master, his martial arts were overbearing, and the young master would not be able to bear it.

"It's still a bit cold." Yan Zhuoqing twisted the quilt, and as soon as she lowered her head, she bumped into the young master who was blinking and staring at him.

"Are you still dizzy?"

She raised her hand to lightly touch his eyelashes, and those beautiful eyes were like mimosa, closing reflexively.As soon as he nodded his head, he shook it immediately.

"Young master, you really can't lie." Yan Zhuoqing was almost amused.

Jiang Jiuwan half opened his eyes, seeing Yan Zhuoqing's mouth flattened, he thought he was angry, half of his finger got out of bed and pulled the black sleeve to attract his attention.

"I'm fine, don't worry, Great Xia Yan." Jiang Jiuwan swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and he spoke very slowly to adapt to the throat that hadn't spoken for too long, "It's just a minor illness, and it will be fine soon."

Yan Zhuoqing touched the bloodless face, and slid down to the corner of his curved mouth: "How can you not worry."

Suddenly, the sound of brisk footsteps came from outside.

"Yan Xiashi, I met the leader just now, and he said he wanted to find you." The curtain was lifted, revealing the girl's delicate face. When she saw Jiang Jiuwan who was half leaning on Yan Zhuoqing's body, her eyes suddenly lit up, "Jiang Son, you are awake."

"Sang Hua." Jiang Jiuwan looked at her in surprise.

When did the little boy meet someone else?And still by name.Yan Zhuoqing's face darkened, and he had the urge to hide the young master who was smiling at others.

He took the medicine from Sang Hua's hand, and stopped her from moving forward: "It's fine if I come, young master, it's not suitable to get too close to others now."

When Sang Hua was kicked out, his eyes were extremely confused. Did the witch doctor say this?But she still had to take care of the herbs, and if she was too slow, she would be nagged by the witch doctor, so this problem was forgotten.

"Hero Yan, Chief Sang is looking for you." Jiang Jiuwan stared at the black concoction.

"It's fine for him to find me, don't bother." Yan Zhuoqing scooped up a spoonful of concoction and blew it until it was warm and cool, and brought it to his mouth.

The spoon pressed against Jiang Jiuwan's lips, squeezing out rich blood, and the black concoction was swallowed when he opened his mouth, and it streaked across the tip of his white teeth.Yan Zhuoqing felt strange satisfaction.

One person feeds the other and drinks, and it will bottom out in a while.

As soon as Yan Zhuoqing put down the medicine bowl, he heard a rough voice.

"Yan Zhuoqing, I know you're inside."

Yan Zhuo paused, frowned slightly, and stroked Jiang Jiuwan's hair: "Young master, I'll go out."

"Yeah." Jiang Jiuwan was supported by him and lay on the bed, his face was half covered by the quilt.

Yan Zhuoqing thought he was uneasy, and touched his forehead with him: "I'll be back soon."

The little boy's fingers hidden under the blanket curled, restraining the desire to grab him and prevent him from leaving.

His eyes were dark and condensed, but his voice was still gentle: "Okay."

Stepping on the ground with his bare feet, the cold air swept across. Jiang Jiuwan opened the small window covered by the cloth on the white tent, and walked towards others step by step with his black figure behind him.

Looking down, let the wind blow by.

The author says:

Pure nonsense about illness