Qianye could only quietly roll his eyes, just let God decide, wouldn't it be more common to say I don't know?
It turns out that in many cases, immortals are not omnipotent.
At this moment, Wu Zhou could not give her any more information. He was almost unconscious. Apart from occasionally making some incomprehensible sounds, he could only be at the mercy of others.
Qianye touched Wu Ju's forehead. It was frighteningly hot. If an ordinary person in this era had such a fever, he would probably be hopeless.
Yin Xuan said that Wu Zhou would not die, but his face was still extremely ugly. He was as pale as paper and even had a faint gray color. He still gave her the illusion that Wu Zhou was too sick and was about to die.
.
But he was not motionless. Perhaps the high fever was too uncomfortable. He would frown, gasping for breath, and occasionally tense up suddenly, as if he was enduring something.
His lips were getting dryer and drier, but they were always moving, but no matter how carefully Qianye listened, he could not understand a single word.
Of course, all she can do is hold his hand and worry about him here?
"Death, go get some medicine. Find the best doctor in the town and ask for the best medicine."
"Sir, everyone knows that monsters and ghosts..."
"You have to give it a try. By the way, buy me a few jars of wine. The stronger the better. And ice cubes..."
Seeing that Qianye's face didn't look good, he stopped joking and went out to buy something with his silver coins.
And there was nothing wrong with Yin Xuan here. Yin Xuan looked at it quietly for a while and then left in a calm manner, as if he was just an insignificant immortal who was just here to help.
Qianye held Wu Zhou's hand that couldn't be warmed no matter what, and was helpless.
Touching his hot cheeks, I wanted to blame him for why I had to go to a place like Wuduan Peak to catch the cold, but at this moment, it was useless to say anything.
Perhaps she could only pray that God would not give him too difficult a disaster?
She set up a stove in the yard, and the strong smell of medicine floated in through the door, making her tongue tighten with bitterness.
Wu Zhou didn't seem to like the smell either, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he even slowly shook his head, as if struggling to wake up.
Qianye placed a cloth wrapped with ice cubes on Wu Zhou's forehead. Wu Zhou was obviously startled, but calmed down instantly, as if he was greedy for the coolness on his forehead.
At this moment, Wuji is completely following his instinctive preferences. Even his instinctive reaction is very similar...
Qianye smiled, gently twirling the drooping plush ears on his head with his hand, and suddenly said quietly: "Whether it's fate or conspiracy, as long as I'm alive, I won't let you die first. As long as I can still move, I won't let you die first."
You will be left to suffer alone..."
Wu Zhou seemed to have heard it, but he seemed not to have heard it, but Qianye hoped that even if he heard it, he would not remember it in his heart.
This is just what she wants to say, and for things like promises, sometimes it's enough to keep them in her heart, and she doesn't have to tell the other person.
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Death walked in with a bowl of thick black concoction. As a ghost, he had no sense of taste at all, but as a human, Chiba did.
That bowl of thick concoction exuded an indescribable taste. Qianye even doubted for a while, could it really be something that humans could drink?
"Sir, the doctor has told me that the medicine must be taken while it is hot. The medicine will be more effective if the heat induces sweating."
"Well..." Qianye looked at the bowl of medicine and felt confused, and then looked back at Wu Zhou on the bed, feeling equally confused.