Suddenly there was the sound of subtle footsteps heading this way, and then there was a gentle knock on the door, "Xiaoqing, it's me, Qijun. Are you asleep?"
Hearing his voice, Liu Qingcong felt warm in her heart, "Master, it's so late, is there anything wrong?"
Feng Qijun asked outside the door: "Can I come in and talk about it?"
Liu Qingcong pondered for a moment, then finally stood up and opened the door, "Come in."
Feng Qijun sat down and said, "I couldn't sleep tonight and went out for a walk. I walked here and saw that the light in your room was still on. I wanted to chat with you."
"Actually, I was just getting ready to sleep. It's getting late now. Master, you should go back and rest early."
"Then I won't disturb your rest. Remember the practice method I taught you. You can't be lazy. You can't be opportunistic when practicing Qing Gong." He said as he walked out.
"I know." Liu Qingcong sent him out of the door. Suddenly she felt dizzy and weak, and almost fell down. Fortunately, Feng Qijun held her up.
"Xiaoqing, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Feng Qijun held Liu Qingcong's hand and touched the painful spot where the blisters on her hand were abraded, causing her to cry out in pain, but she quickly moved her hand behind her back.
Feng Qijun felt something was wrong and quickly asked: "What's wrong with your hand? Let me see."
"No, it's okay." Liu Qingcong shook her head desperately.
Feng Qijun grabbed her hand and looked at it. He was frightened and said in a trembling voice: "How could this happen?"
Liu Qingcong timidly said: "I accidentally injured myself, don't worry, it will be fine soon."
Feng Qijun held her little hand and felt a stab of pain in his heart: "You are so injured and you still say it's okay? If I didn't find out, wouldn't you have told me? Xiaoqing, I brought you here,
Is it because you don't tell me because you don't trust me and don't treat me as a friend?"
Liu Qingcong shook her head quickly: "No, Master, I just don't want you to worry. I will definitely be careful in the future."
Feng Qijun took out a jade bottle from his arms and said: "This is Bailing powder, which is very effective for trauma. I will help you apply it. Do not wet the wound before it is scarred, you know?" Before she could answer,
, he carefully applied powder to her wound and bandaged her hand with gauze.
Liu Qingcong burst into tears with gratitude. She finally understood why she stayed here. No man had ever been so kind to her.
Feng Qijun handed her the remaining medicine, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said pityingly: "Silly girl, don't cry, don't be sad, from now on you will treat me as your relative, okay?"
She nodded vigorously, feeling so lucky to know him in her lifetime.
It was only then that he realized that she looked haggard and pale. "You look so bad. You almost fainted just now. Are you sick?" He put his hand on her forehead, but he couldn't detect the temperature.
There is something strange.
She was sick, but he didn't know that she was suffering from hunger disease, which couldn't be cured by ordinary medicine.
She shook her head and forced a smile: "I'm fine, maybe I'm too sleepy. It's really getting late, Master, you should go to bed early." She yawned.
"Then I won't disturb your rest. Remember to cover yourself with a quilt and don't get water on your hands tomorrow."
Chapter completed!