"You lie down first and I'll make some medicine for you." Although he was happy that Gong Yueyue woke up, Zhao Changyuan was more concerned about making some medicine for Gong Yueyue.
"Wait a minute." Gong Yueyue frowned, and her tone was a little more urgent. When she pulled the wound, she suddenly gasped and her pretty face wrinkled up.
"Don't get excited." Zhao Changyuan stopped immediately, looked at Gong Yueyue worriedly, and said quickly.
"You haven't honestly explained why you have chest pain." Gong Yueyue endured the tearing pain of the wound on her body, raised her hand and grabbed Zhao Changyuan's sleeve, and asked through gritted teeth.
"I..." Zhao Changyuan was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect that Gong Yueyue must see him for this matter.
"I'm fine. It's just that my physical condition is a bit poor. You've known it since you were a child." Zhao Changyuan was moved and guilty in his heart, and said in a low voice with a gentle smile on his handsome face.
"I knew you were in poor health, but I never knew you had a heart problem!" Gong Yueyue almost shouted these words, but unfortunately due to her physical condition, she still had no momentum or strength at all.
"Don't get excited. I'll tell you whatever you want to ask." Zhao Changyuan was startled and quickly comforted him.
"Tell me, when did you have chest pain?" Gong Yueyue took a few breaths and opened her mouth to ask again.
"I have been since I was a child." Zhao Changyuan smiled bitterly, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.
"I, why never knew." Gong Yueyue looked stunned, her beautiful eyes flashed with a moment of depression and disappointment in herself.
"It's nothing serious, so I didn't tell you." Zhao Changyuan chuckled and tried to speak in an understatement.
"It's not a serious problem. You have been sick since childhood, and you didn't tell me for so long!" If Gong Yueyue had the strength to stand up, she would slap Zhao Changyuan hard and let him keep deceiving her.
Zhao Changyuan was silent and could only comfort Gong Yueyue with a flattering smile.
"Have you studied medicine for so long and still haven't found a cure?" After a long time, Gong Yueyue calmed down and asked in a low voice.
"For the time being, not yet." Zhao Changyuan carefully used the word "temporary", but it was enough to make Gong Yueyue's heart fall into the ice cellar.
Zhao Changyuan's answer was "not yet," because he had no clue at all! For Zhao Changyuan, who was well-read in medical books, saying such words basically meant that the possibility of treatment was extremely slim.
"It doesn't matter. Not all the leg diseases of the eldest prince's men have been cured. Maybe your heart will also be cured. It's just that you haven't found a cure." Gong Yueyue said softly, not sure if he was trying to comfort him.
Zhao Changyuan was still comforting himself.
"You are right. When you get better, we will find a prescription together." Zhao Changyuan nodded and said.
"I'll let you go today." Hearing this, Gong Yueyue glared at Zhao Changyuan again, weakly loosened her palms, and sleepiness hit her again.
"You go to sleep first." Zhao Changyuan smiled a little reluctantly and gently touched Gong Yueyue's hair.
"Take care of Linfeng." Gong Yueyue muttered before falling asleep.
"I just know that I'm thinking about that little brat." Zhao Changyuan snorted and turned back to look at Zhang Linfeng with dissatisfaction.
"Sister Su's favorite is me!" Zhang Linfeng puffed up his chest and said extremely proudly, but his reddish eyes did not escape Zhao Changyuan's sight.
"Let's go, let me cook the medicine." Zhao Changyuan laughed and scolded, took Zhang Linfeng's little hand, and took him to cook the medicine together.
Decoction is a time-consuming job. A can full of medicinal soup is boiled until it is condensed into a small soup at the bottom of a bowl. This process takes nearly two hours!
After gently waking up Gong Yueyue and feeding Gong Yueyue the decoction, the sky turned completely dark.
"I just happened to catch a hare when I was on the mountain, so I can fill your stomach." Zhao Changyuan smiled, got up, walked to the door, picked up a gray-brown hare, and said proudly to Zhang Linfeng.
"I can't eat that much." Zhang Linfeng curled his lips and followed Zhao Changyuan to continue to stay in front of the fire, waiting for the rabbit to be roasted.
In the next few days, he basically maintained this kind of life. Zhao Changyuan went to the mountains to collect herbs during the day, walking farther and farther and coming back later and later. The stains on his body never stopped, but the medicinal materials were completely determined by luck.
Sometimes more and sometimes less.
Gong Yueyue also woke up intermittently many times in these days, but she was always in poor spirits and the recovery from her wounds was also very slow.
Zhang Linfeng took care of Gong Yueyue every day, waiting for Zhao Changyuan to come back, then ate some game and fell asleep.
But on this day, Zhang Linfeng, who was waiting for Zhao Changyuan's return, suddenly saw a figure coming quickly from the mountain in the distance.
Zhang Linfeng's small face suddenly changed color. He squeezed the door frame tightly with his palms. After being stunned for a second, he immediately turned around, spread his short legs and ran back into the house quickly, closing the door tightly.
Zhang Linfeng held a wooden stick tightly in his hand and stood beside Gong Yueyue. His two big black eyes showed a tenacity and ruthlessness that was not seen in his peers, and he stared at the door.
While waiting for Zhang Linfeng to be suffocated, a figure suddenly appeared outside the door. Zhang Linfeng was so frightened that he stopped breathing, and his hands and feet could not help but tremble.
"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!" Zhang Linfeng swallowed his saliva and kept muttering. The hand holding the wooden stick was red from the force.
"Zhao Changyuan, if he can protect you, I don't need to make a trip!" When Zhao Changyuan's name was mentioned, the middle-aged uncle seemed to be even more angry, and shouted back at Zhang Linfeng with his eyes widened.
Zhang Linfeng was stunned immediately and stood there not knowing how to react.
"You, who are you?" Zhang Linfeng let go of the hand holding the wooden stick, letting the stick be taken away by the man, and asked carefully.
"I am Zhao Changyuan's master." Su You once again glared at the startled kid with a depressed look, threw away the stick and turned to look at Gong Yueyue, his eyes instantly filled with heartache.
"Damn Zhao Changyuan, I will break his legs when he comes back!" Su You cursed bitterly, carefully pulled out Gong Yueyue's wrist, and put two fingers up to check.
The more he checked Gong Yueyue's injuries, the gloomier Su You's face became, and finally turned completely black.
At this moment, the sound of Zhao Changyuan's footsteps approaching quickly came from outside the door, as well as Zhao Changyuan's worried voice calling Zhang Linfeng.
Because Zhang Linfeng would wait for him to come back at the door every night, Zhao Changyuan was startled when he saw no one today and ran in in a hurry.
The moment he pushed the door open, he met Su You's majestic and murderous eyes, and he froze on the spot.
"Master..." After three breaths, Zhao Changyuan moved his lips, and the expression on Jun's face instantly became complicated, but most of all he was still excited.
"Don't call me master, look how well you have taken care of my precious daughter!" Su You was furious, stood up and yelled at Zhao Changyuan.
It seems that Gong Yueyue's fiery temper was inherited from Su You.
Zhang Linfeng shrank his neck, he didn't expect this handsome and handsome uncle to be so scary when he got angry. (To be continued)