"Doctor, I forgot to give you your consultation fee just now. Please accept it." Mo Xianchen handed over a piece of gold. The doctor's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it. He was really generous.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." The doctor took the money and disappeared into the vast night.
"Ling Xi, come here, drink this bowl of medicine." Mo Xianchen came back and sat on the bedside, picked up the medicine and wanted to feed it to Fang Ling Xi.
Fang Lingxi stretched out her hand to catch the decoction and said, "Sir, I'd better do it myself."
Mo Xianchen moved the medicine to the side and said, "You were injured for me. Why don't you even refuse to give you a bowl of medicine?"
After hearing what he said, Fang Lingxi smiled weakly, and was too embarrassed to refuse anymore. She just took advantage of the moment Mo Xianchen went out to find saffron in the bowl of medicine in front of her.
An unintentional gain from an indulgence. Now it seems that this is the only way to end his life. Otherwise, what else can he do?
Mo Xianchen scooped up a spoonful of the soup, put it to his mouth and blew it gently. After it cooled down, he slowly handed it to Fang Lingxi's mouth.
Fang Lingxi looked at his gentle movements, and suddenly there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked at Mo Xianchen infatuatedly. There were countless things she wanted to say in her heart, but she could never speak.
"Come on, open your mouth. It's not hot. Don't be afraid." Seeing that Fang Lingxi didn't open her mouth, Mo Xianchen gently advised her.
Looking up, he saw her tears falling continuously. Mo Xianchen's heart suddenly panicked. He quickly put down the medicine in his hand, reached out to wipe her tears and said, "What's wrong with you? Does the wound hurt?"
"No, I'm just touched. No one has ever been so kind to me. I'm really touched."
Fang Lingxi tried her best to squeeze out a few smiles, not wanting Mo Xianchen to see through her, because she knew that Mo Xianchen was treating her well now, just because she blocked a sword for him, and he wanted to repay this kindness.
Fang Lingxi was not only sad for the child who was about to die before she was born, but more importantly, she felt reluctant to let go of the bright and handsome man in front of her.
The love that was born by mistake is such an unbreakable feeling. It is cut off, reluctant to let go, involved, and harmed by it.
Fang Lingxi finally knocked over the bowl of medicine, and then leaned on Mo Xianchen's shoulder to feel the warmth he conveyed.
"Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you for your injuries." Mo Xianchen patted Fang Lingxi on the shoulder and comforted her.