With a rush of blood, Ximen Longting actually coughed up a mouthful of blood, which bloomed on Jing Jiaren's shoulder.
"Master, you, you vomited blood..."
The servant thought about it but didn't dare.
Ximen Longting slowly pushed himself up and stood up: "Jing Jiaren..."
"..."
"You are a heartless woman."
"..."
"I hate you!"
His deep voice seemed to come from hell. He hated her, wished she would die, and hated her so much that his mind was about to burn.
Her lack of response intensified this hatred, but no matter how much he hated her, she could remain indifferent.
His love is as extreme as his hatred.
Jing Jiaren looked over her shoulder, then at Ximen Longting's burning eyes.
Her hands and feet were cold: "You haven't eaten, have you?"
"I hate you..."
His consciousness became unclear again, the fever became more and more severe, and he became dizzy.
Jing Jiaren looked at his somewhat confused eyes and made a quick decision: "Come here and help him to the room!"
Ximen Longting fainted once, but this time it was for a long time.
Jing Jiaren took out the thermometer and saw that it was 39°5. The fever was very serious!
Due to the remote location of this villa, there is a room where emergency medicine is stored, but no doctor was brought this time.
That's why Jing Jia chose the most primitive method last night, applying a forehead mask to Ximen Longting.
But now, it is obvious that this primitive method does not work for him, and he must be infused immediately...
It's obviously too late to call the doctor over now...
Jing Jiaren hesitated for a moment and asked the servant to get the potion.
Since following Ximen Longting, they have been injured and sick every three days. Now Jing Jiaren is very good at bandaging and disinfecting.
It's just a potion, she can do it herself.
It is estimated that in the near future, she will become a doctor who knows a little bit about the basics.
Jing Jiaren thought in amusement as she opened Ximen Longting's buttons one by one, and with the help of the chef, took off all Ximen Longting's dirty clothes.
Seeing the bullet hole in his chest, she still felt a faint pain when she saw it.
Sure enough, with such heavy pain on their backs, how could they forget everything and start over?
Everything is because she is too naive!
The servant came back with the medicine bottle: "Miss Jing, there is no doctor in the villa."
"I know, I'll do it."
"You will?"
"I know how to do it from now on." Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, took the potion from the servant's hand, found a clothes rack and hung it up, and held Ximen Longting's hand.
There were several cuts on his broad palm, and he only bandaged them roughly.
Jing Jiaren first wrapped his wound and then inserted the needle...
The potion is slowly input.
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief, held his hand, and felt heartache when looking at the wound on it.
After they met, not only was she hurt everywhere, but so was he, who always abused himself.
Ximen Longting, I really can’t bear such bloody love!
The servant brought a basin, and Jing Jiaren wet a towel and wiped Ximen Longting's body...
The servant looked at her fingers that were bandaged into ten carrots and carefully suggested: "Miss Jing, why don't we help you."
"No, don't go out. His body doesn't like others to touch it..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly again.
From now on, only others will touch his body...
After the servant left, Jing Jiaren concentrated on wiping the sand and stains off Ximen Longting's body.