"You kid, you're not usually very mature, why are you acting so fragile today?" Zhao Changyuan sneered weakly and sat on the edge of the bed, unable to even lift his arms.
"Brother Shen, you're finally awake." Zhang Linfeng ignored Zhao Changyuan's taunting words and rushed to Zhao Changyuan's bedside with a sob.
"Stop crying." Zhao Changyuanjun said in a low voice with a gentle and doting look on his face, his voice was hoarse and sickly.
"Brother Shen, are you okay? Sister Su also fainted. I don't know what to do." Zhang Linfeng raised his head, with two strings of crystal tears on his face, crying like a child.
"I'm fine, I just need to practice myself. What do you think happened to Gong Yueyue?" Zhao Changyuan turned his head and looked at Gong Yueyue, his dark eyes full of worry and distress.
"Sister Su, she passed out after I applied the golden sore medicine on her, and she hasn't woken up until now." Zhang Linfeng said sobbing.
"She is so seriously injured that she will faint." Zhao Changyuan pursed his lips, his eyes filled with unbearable pain.
"Brother Shen, what should I do to wake up Sister Su?" Zhang Linfeng raised his head and asked, knowing that Zhao Changyuan would definitely not be able to move at this time.
Zhao Changyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. Practicing medicine was so simple, and he didn't have to study hard for so many years.
"Don't worry, help Brother Shen find some food first, and when Brother Shen regains some strength, he will go to see your Sister Su." Zhao Changyuan endured the pain and said to Zhang Linfeng in a low voice.
"I'll go right away." Zhang Linfeng wiped away his tears, grabbed the oil-paper umbrella that Gong Yueyue had left aside, and rushed out of the wooden house.
Zhang Linfeng doesn't even know how to cook, but at least there are still a lot of wrinkles left over from Gong Yueyue's previous cooking. Zhang Linfeng is also smart. He has seen Zhao Changyuan and others make a fire before, so after a few fumbles, he lit up the fire and started heating it. .
"Go and eat the rest." Zhao Changyuan said warmly.
"I'd better help you feed you first." Zhang Linfeng pouted, snatched the bowl from Zhao Changyuan's trembling hand, and said with a proud face.
Zhao Changyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he opened his mouth to smile happily. Without any hesitation or embarrassment about asking a child to feed him, he directly agreed.
Zhang Linfeng pouted, holding the mouth of the bowl, scooping up the white porridge with his little hands, and handed it to Zhao Changyuan's mouth, his fair face full of seriousness.
The cold wind was howling outside, but at this moment inside the house, it was full of warmth.
After eating a bowl of white porridge, Zhao Changyuan's body warmed up a lot, and his weak limbs gained a little strength. After a short rest, he was able to stand up reluctantly.
"You go get something to eat, and I'll show Junior Sister." Zhao Changyuan got out of bed, moved to sit next to Gong Yueyue, and said to Zhang Linfeng, panting slightly.
"I'm not hungry." Zhang Linfeng shook his head, squatted beside the two of them, and stared at Zhao Changyuan's movements.
Zhao Changyuan didn't say much. He looked at Gong Yueyue solemnly with his dark eyes. When his eyes met the wounds on Gong Yueyue's body that Zhang Linfeng had used simple and clumsy techniques, the tip of his heart could not help but tremble. .
"Finally, I still can't protect you." Zhao Changyuan's heart was filled with bitterness and useless anger towards himself.
If it weren't for himself, those dangers would not have come to Gong Yueyue and Zhang Linfeng. With a heavy sigh in his heart, Zhao Changyuan put away the messy thoughts in his heart, concentrated his fingers and put them on Gong Yueyue's wrist.
Gong Yueyue's skin was as cool as her own body temperature, with only a slight sense of warmth remaining.
"Where are the clothes I changed?" Zhao Changyuan put his fingers on Gong Yueyue's body, his pale face gradually became serious, he turned his head and asked Zhang Linfeng in a deep voice.
"I'll get it for you." Zhang Linfeng stood up, quickly ran to the side, and took over Zhao Changyuan's wet clothes.
"They're all wet." Zhao Changyuan frowned, took his clothes and began to fumble around.
Half of the medicine bag has been soaked in water and needs to be dried in the sun, and it is not known whether the medicinal properties are still there. But there is still half of it. Zhao Changyuan is glad that he has it in a medicine bottle and has not been wetted by the heavy rain.
The silver needle cloth bag that Zhao Changyuan carried was still intact in the sleeve compartment. After Zhao Changyuan took it out, he spread it on his lap, picked up the silver needle, and inserted one into Gong Yueyue's palm with great care.
Every silver needle.
This process lasted for less than half an hour, during which Zhao Changyuan's palm kept shaking, but the moment the needle dropped, it was extremely precise and steady.
Zhang Linfeng had been staring at Zhao Changyuan intently. When he saw that Zhao Changyuan had finished applying the acupuncture, he immediately and diligently put away the silver needle for Zhao Changyuan, and then stared at Gong Yueyue eagerly.
"Senior Sister, you should wake up tomorrow." Zhao Changyuan breathed out gently, and after applying acupuncture, the little strength accumulated in his body was used up again.
"Brother Shen, Sister Su was so seriously injured and lost so much blood, will she be okay?" Zhang Linfeng bit his lip and asked cautiously, his eyes turning red again.
"Don't worry, Brother Shen is here and nothing will happen to her." Zhao Changyuan comforted Zhang Linfeng and said in a gentle voice. He didn't know how many times he had said this.
Now that he said it, even Zhao Changyuan himself wanted to laugh at himself. If it weren't for him, would Gong Yueyue be where he is today?
If master and master find out, they will definitely be very disappointed in me.
Zhao Changyuan lowered his head and lowered his dark eyes. His face, which had always been calm and confident, was now full of loss and decadence.
"Brother Shen, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Linfeng frowned sensitively, stared at Zhao Changyuan and called softly.
"I may be a little tired." Zhao Changyuan raised his head and smiled slightly. He hid the loss and decadence in his dark eyes, not wanting Zhang Linfeng to see it.
"Put Junior Sister on the bed first." Zhao Changyuan said.
"Okay." Zhang Linfeng nodded heavily.
With the joint efforts of Zhang Linfeng and Zhao Changyuan, Gong Yueyue was finally placed on the nearest bed.
Zhao Changyuan gently covered Gong Yueyue with the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt tightly, and stared at Gong Yueyue's pretty face with blood loss, falling into deep thought.
"Go get some sleep. We will leave here tomorrow when the rain stops." After Zhao Changyuan was silent for a moment, he took Zhang Linfeng's little hand.
"Yes." Zhang Linfeng was extremely obedient at this moment, and he honestly squeezed into a small bed with Zhao Changyuan.
After a night's sleep, his dream was full of chaotic and panic scenes, with various people's faces flashing up. When Zhao Changyuan woke up, all he could think of in his mind were senior sister Liu Ru's face and Gong Yueyue's face.
Raising his hand to pinch his forehead, Zhao Changyuan found that half of his strength had been restored, and his mind seemed to be much clearer. He turned his head to look at Zhang Linfeng, who was still sleeping soundly. It seemed that it was what happened before that made Zhang Linfeng sober.
My little body can't bear it.
"Go to sleep." Zhao Changyuan laughed softly, got out of bed gently, and came to Gong Yueyue's bedside.
Gong Yueyue's breathing was even and her pretty face was steady. If her delicate and lovely face wasn't too pale, it would be almost the same as when Gong Yueyue is sleeping. (To be continued)