A tuft of hair stood up on the top of his head, stubbornly refusing to come down.
He raised his hand, pressed it down, and raised it again.
She seemed to feel something.
He opened his eyes drowsily.
"Are you awake?"
She reached out and touched his forehead.
The fever has gone away.
I checked his pulse again for a long while.
"There may be some inflammation. If Houttuynia cordata and Andrographis paniculata are used instead of Bupleurum, will the efficacy of the medicine be compromised?"
"Yes, after all Bupleurum can relieve fever, but it will be much better if you use Daqingye as an aid."
His voice was hoarse and he struggled to speak.
"Then I'll let Shopkeeper Wang cook it for you later."
Jiang Yuan carefully checked his pulse again.
If he gets a fever, it will cause great damage to his body.
He was as weak as a chicken before, but now he's almost like a chicken.
"Jiang Yuan..."
Hearing him speak, Jiang Yuan looked up at him.
He looked sad, with fair cheeks and slightly red eyes.
At first glance, I just feel pitiful.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Her voice is gentle.
"I will raise you well, and when the time comes, I will let you die vigorously in my hands! I won't let you die like this out of frustration."
Fu Jiu opened her mouth, but her words of thanks were blocked by her.
Holding his breath, he bent over and coughed hard, which made his heart hurt.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Yuan asked anxiously, stretching out her hand on his back to give her some relief.
I coughed for a long time before I recovered.
A pair of eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were stained with moisture.
"No? Why are you still crying? Does it hurt somewhere?"
Fu Jiu tilted her head inward, not wanting to pay attention to her.
Jiang Yuan seriously doubted that everything she knew about Fu Chen before was fake?
"You rest for a while, and I'll ask Shopkeeper Wang to fry the medicine for you first."
"I have something to do, so I'll go out first."
Jiang Yuan told him and went out.
After she left, Fu Jiu turned over.
He lowered his head slightly, his face expressionless.
The door creaked and was opened again.
Jiang Yuan's fat head was exposed.
"I'll be back in a minute. Do you have anything you want to eat? I can cook it for you?"
Fu Jiu was originally very depressed, but she asked this question.
Those depressions and grievances seemed to disappear in an instant.
When did he become so pretentious?
"I want to eat fried dough sticks, soy milk, and xiaolongbao!"
Jiang Yuan frowned.
"You want to eat farts!"
With a bang, she closed the door again.
Jiang Yuan went directly to Hongyun Tower.
It was early in the morning and Hongyun Building was not open yet.
Jiang Yuan knocked on the door for a long time before the door opened from the inside.
"Huh? Strong female?"
The person who opened the door was a little surprised. He checked it back and forth, feeling that he would never admit his mistake.
"How did you come?"
Jiang Yuan felt that this title was very unfamiliar and thought about it for a long time.
Then I remembered that this person was the boy of the person who bought her flip-flops...
"Miss Jiang, why are you here so early?"
Shopkeeper Liu stuck his head out and saw Jiang Yuan.
"I had something to do yesterday. I was in town and didn't go back."
"That's it, come in quickly."
Shopkeeper Liu greeted and asked A Ping, "Master, are you up yet? This is Miss Jiang who sold us the new dishes."
A Ping was slightly stunned, such a coincidence?
"Young master hasn't gotten up yet. I'm afraid he won't be able to get up for a while..."
A Ping was a little helpless. His young master ate too much yesterday and only fell asleep after being noisy for half the night.
This will make you sleep soundly.
"Then wait a minute, I want to use your kitchen first."
"That's no problem, you can use it whatever you want."