Sensing Nangong Wenchu's silence, Feng Muran said in his heart: "Wen Chu, don't worry, we will go find a doctor to take a look at you tomorrow." "No!" Nangong Wenchu refused, "We have to go there first.
Wait here for Di Xiutian and the others to meet up. If we leave, won’t it be troublesome if they can’t find us when they arrive?”
Of course Feng Muran knew what Nangong Wenchu said made sense, but now Nangong Wenchu's eyesight was getting worse and worse. Feng Muran was really afraid that Nangong Wenchu would really become blind if he continued like this.
How will we explain to Yueyao and Nangong Qing then?
However, Feng Muran was also afraid that after he and Nangong Wenchu left, Di Xiutian and the others would not be able to find them when they arrived in the forest, and several people would lose contact again. Then wouldn't everything be meaningless?
For the first time, Feng Muran was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, it was Nangong Wenchu's eyes, and on the other hand, it was the plan after meeting with Di Xiutian and the others. Feng Muran didn't know what to choose.
Prime Minister Nangong Wenchu understood his dilemma and said softly: "I'm fine. It's better to wait for Di Xiutian and the others to come back first. I'll just lie down for a while and I'll be fine."
"Okay then, you lie down and rest for a while."
After helping Nangong Wenchu lie on the ground, Feng Muran wiped the sweat from his head and collapsed on the ground.
Nangong Wenchu's face seems to have calmed down now, but he doesn't know if he will scream in pain again at the next moment?
Feng Muran didn't know, and didn't want to know. He had been confused by what happened two or three times in a row, and the other three people didn't know if they were safe now. He wanted to go back to find them, but seeing that Wen Chu was now
How could he just leave like this? He really couldn't rest assured. If he were in Fengling Continent, he wouldn't be running around like an ant on a hot pot like he is now. He once again felt powerless because of the limitations of his abilities.
Not only can't he keep his woman, but he can't even keep his friends who are as close as brothers.
"Wen Chu, how are you? Are you feeling better?" He gently touched Nangong Wenchu's face and checked his condition.
Nangong Wenchu closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep. He sighed. As soon as his mood calmed down, he found that Nangong Wenchu's forehead was extremely hot and his face began to turn red.
He quickly touched Nangong Wenchu's body and found that his body was not burning, maybe it was just his head that was burning.
How to do this? Feng Muran, who had never taken care of a patient before, was at a loss. How could he make Wen Chu's head fever go down? He racked his brains to think of a way.
By the way, he remembered that there was a stream nearby. It was better to get some water to cool him down than to watch him have a fever.
Thinking of doing it, Feng Muran quickly went to the stream in his memory, took off his coat, wetted it with water, and returned to Nangong Wenchu's side.
After squeezing out the water, he carefully wiped Nangong Wenchu's forehead and face, especially the hottest part of his forehead. He wiped it carefully several times and even covered his head directly.
"Wen Chu, don't just fall down like this." He murmured to himself while looking at the dark woods. The bright moonlight made it look even more eerie and dark. He noticed that Nangong Wenchu
In the silence, Feng Muran said in his heart: "Wen Chu, don't worry, we will go to the doctor to check you tomorrow." "No!" Nangong Wenchu refused, "We have to wait here for Emperor Xiutian first.
If they meet up, if we leave, won't it be troublesome if they can't find us when they come?"
Of course Feng Muran knew what Nangong Wenchu said made sense, but now Nangong Wenchu's eyesight was getting worse and worse. Feng Muran was really afraid that Nangong Wenchu would really become blind if he continued like this.
How will we explain to Yueyao and Nangong Qing then?
However, Feng Muran was also afraid that after he and Nangong Wenchu left, Di Xiutian and the others would not be able to find them when they arrived in the forest, and several people would lose contact again. Then wouldn't everything be meaningless?
For the first time, Feng Muran was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, it was Nangong Wenchu's eyes, and on the other hand, it was the plan after meeting with Di Xiutian and the others. Feng Muran didn't know what to choose.
Prime Minister Nangong Wenchu understood his dilemma and said softly: "I'm fine. It's better to wait for Di Xiutian and the others to come back first. I'll just lie down for a while and I'll be fine."
"Okay then, you lie down and rest for a while."
After helping Nangong Wenchu lie on the ground, Feng Muran wiped the sweat from his head and collapsed on the ground.
Nangong Wenchu's face seems to have calmed down now, but he doesn't know if he will scream in pain again at the next moment?
Feng Muran didn't know, and didn't want to know. He had been confused by what happened two or three times in a row, and the other three people didn't know if they were safe now. He wanted to go back to find them, but seeing that Wen Chu was now
How could he just leave like this?
, I really feel uneasy. If he were in Fengling Continent, he wouldn't be as anxious as an ant on a hot pot like now. He once again felt powerless because of his limited abilities. Not only could he not keep his woman, but he also couldn't keep her.
Friends who are as close as brothers cannot be saved.
"Wen Chu, how are you? Are you feeling better?" He gently touched Nangong Wenchu's face and checked his condition.
Nangong Wenchu closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep. He sighed. As soon as his mood calmed down, he found that Nangong Wenchu's forehead was extremely hot and his face began to turn red.
He quickly touched Nangong Wenchu's body and found that his body was not burning, maybe it was just his head that was burning.
How to do this? Feng Muran, who had never taken care of a patient before, was at a loss. How could he make Wen Chu's head fever go down? He racked his brains to think of a way.
By the way, he remembered that there was a stream nearby. It was better to get some water to cool him down than to watch him have a fever.
Thinking of doing it, Feng Muran quickly went to the stream in his memory, took off his coat, wetted it with water, and returned to Nangong Wenchu's side.
After squeezing out the water, he carefully wiped Nangong Wenchu's forehead and face, especially the hottest part of his forehead. He wiped it carefully several times and even covered his head directly.
"Wen Chu, don't just fall down like this." He murmured to himself while looking at the dark woods, which looked even more eerie and dark under the bright moonlight.