"Just bear with it a little bit."

As he comforted her, the movements of his hands became gentler.

Xia Qianqian stared at him blankly. Cuiyu, who had become gentle, exuded the dazzling light that belonged to the hero of the script.

Handsome, charming, gentle and pleasant, the facial features on his face are tirelessly exuding an alluring luster.

Looking at him so close, his exquisite facial features and seductive hormones seemed like a stormy sea, overwhelming him.

She had no idea of ​​resistance, she could only hold her chin with her left hand and look at him without any scruples.

That look was so innocent that it made Ji Zimo feel a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but interrupt: "You dare to take the lid of the medicine cauldron with your bare hands. What do you think?"

"I just took it without thinking about it."

She answered sincerely, "The situation is urgent. I just want to cover the lid to prevent the poisonous gas from spreading. Who knew it would be so hot."

She shook her head and sighed: "The design of this medicine cauldron is not reasonable at all. The lid needs to be opened and there must be an insulated handle. If the cauldron explodes? Can't we make an early warning system?"

The design of the ancient medicine cauldron is a bit like the design concept of a pressure cooker. If there is an early warning like a pressure cooker, when the pressure in the pot is too high, a little air will be released immediately to reduce the pressure in the medicine cauldron, and the cauldron will naturally not explode.<

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Insulation?

Early warning system?

There are always words that he has never heard of coming out of this woman's mouth, which is very confusing.

Ji Zimo smiled faintly, and applied a little force to the injured wet handkerchief, "Be patient, there is something dirty here."

"Ahhh..."

The pain was really painful. Xia Qianqian didn't show any pretense and kept shouting. Seeing his frown getting tighter, she couldn't help but laugh and said: "Why, are you worried about me?"

The tone of this sentence is soft, gentle, and a bit coquettish.

In the past, he would have scowled, thrown her hand away angrily, and might even have warned: "Xia Qianqian, don't have such wishful thinking, position yourself properly."

Unexpectedly, he was not angry this time. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked her in the eyes. His deep magnetic voice was like whispering in someone's ear, "I'm very worried about you."

His soft and deep voice can make people pregnant.

Five simple words, a sparse and ordinary answer, but Xia Qianqian's heart suddenly throbbed.

He is not a man of words.

If Hu Tang had answered her in such a joking way, she would have responded to him with a smile, "I don't need you to worry."

His eyes were like a pool of mirror lake, and when he stared at it from a close distance, it was filled with her shadow.

For a moment, Xia Qianqian didn't know how to deal with it.

She glanced over quickly and interrupted: "Initially, I was worried about Mr. Liu."

"He is a kind and lovely person, and treats me very well. He has superb medical skills, and he is still your personal doctor. If he makes a mistake, we will suffer heavy losses, haha..."

She deliberately teased her, but he lowered his head and listened quietly without any delay.

First, he used a white cloth dipped in water to wipe away the stains near the wound on her fingertips, and then took some burn ointment.

His fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints. He is a pair of hands that are full of words, but there are thick calluses between the tiger's mouth and the palm of his hand.

These are the traces left behind by long-term sword-holding training.

Therefore, the young man in front of me is walking on the edge of two extremes.

When writing, he was a scholar who could paint with ink.

During the martial arts period, he was also a general who wielded a knife to kill people.

Two completely different temperaments mixed in him formed such a special person.

The tips of his fingers scooped out a little medicine from a small green jar.

Apply the emerald green burn ointment to your burning fingertips, bringing a cooling sensation.

At the same time, she felt the warmth of his fingertips.

Warm, soft, like a flying feather, it stirs people's hearts, causing trembling and numbness all over the body.

A heart, because of his inadvertent touch, suddenly panicked.

Xia Qianqian was helpless and wanted to retract her hand, but he held on to her wrist and refused to let go. She even frowned and said softly: "Don't move, the remaining two fingers have not been painted yet."

"No! I'll apply it myself!"

She is a doctor, so why bother others with such a simple application of medicine?

"You can apply it, but can you still bandage it?"

He ignored her and smeared the ointment on his remaining fingers, then picked up a piece of white cloth on the side and began to bandage her.

Xia Qianqian retracted her hand anxiously and explained: "After applying medicine to the burn wound, it must be left to dry in order to heal quickly."

He did not follow the doctor's advice and retorted: "If the wound is left open, you will forget. Such a simple restraint can protect the wound."

He was stubborn and bandaged her entire hand together, holding a strap and hanging her arm around her neck, and then stopped.

"This wound needs to be smeared with medicine for about ten days. I will carry the ointment for you to prevent you from forgetting and not being able to apply the medicine on time."

"Okay!"

Why is this person so nagging?

Ji Zimo put other things on the table into a box and put them away, and then clapped his hands.

After a while, Geng Zhong came in with Yuan Bao, followed by Aunt Rong, and two other nuns carrying large food boxes.

Aunt Rong stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Ji Zimo, "Mr. Mo, my wife and Mr. Cao originally wanted to hold a banquet in Nianxian Yuan to entertain Mr. and Miss Xia."

"Miss Gu Nian is exhausted from rescuing people and needs to rest, so she will kindly invite you another day and specially order us to bring food. Please accept it."

After finishing speaking, the two nuns behind him came forward, placed the food box on the table, opened it, took out plates of delicacies one by one, and placed them on the table.

Mussel and shrimp soup, braised chicken with mushrooms, hibiscus eggs, braised goose gizzard soup, vegetarian fried colorful strips, and soy sauce beef slices.

The dishes are sumptuous and mouth-watering.

Xia Qianqian stood up and said politely: "Mother Rong, thank you for your trip. Please convey my gratitude to the dean for me."

Nanny Rong nodded in return and left with the two nuns.

Yuanbao feels very restrained when there are outsiders around.

As soon as the people left, he hurried over and looked at Xia Qianqian's hands wrapped into rice dumplings. His little face wrinkled and asked, "Sister, is your hand seriously injured?"

Xia Qianqian raised her hand, looked at Ji Zimo beside her, and smiled lightly, "It's not that important, but with it wrapped like this, I'm afraid it will take a while."

"Let's eat first."

Ji Zimo suggested, placing the rice bowl in front of her with his own hands, and then handed Yuan Bao the bowl and chopsticks.

On weekdays, Xia Qianqian does all these chores. She never thought that she could enjoy the care of others even if she was injured.

Xia Qianqian looked at Guard Geng standing at the side with his hands tied, and suggested: "Guard Geng, have you eaten? There are too many meals, so come and eat some."

Geng Zhong waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't need it."

"Brother Geng," Xia Qianqian changed her title when calling him, but looked at Ji Zimo, "you are welcome, these meals are my reward for curing Mr. Liu. Therefore, I sincerely invite you to sit down and talk to

Let’s eat together.”

Geng Zhong was in a dilemma and did not dare to step forward.

Ji Zi had a straight face and said solemnly: "There are not so many rules outside, so just sit down."
Chapter completed!