Jing Jiaren's mood became heavier and heavier, and an indescribable feeling tightened around her.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Jing Jiaren was startled.
The servant's voice came: "Master, Miss Jing, it's time for lunch."
Jing Jiaren thought silently that as long as she spoke and asked the servant to call the doctor, Ximen Longting's high fever would be cured quickly.
If she sends away the servant now and tells her not to bother her again today...
I'm afraid if the fever lasts until night, Ximen Longting will be mentally retarded even if he doesn't die, right?
"Master, Miss Jing," the knock on the door rang again, "Are you awake?"
"I'm not hungry..." Jing Jiaren's hoarse voice came out, "Don't bother me again."
The servant immediately understood what was going on in the room, responded, and left.
Jing Jiaren listened to the footsteps getting further and further away, as if she saw the God of Death approaching with a sickle——
Her mind went blank, and she suddenly shouted loudly: "Wait, come back!"
The servant seemed to be far away and did not hear her voice.
She shouted louder: "Come, help! Come back!"
Ten minutes later, the family doctor and servants filled the room.
Jing Jiaren was nestled in Ximen Longting's arms, covering each other's bodies with a quilt. She couldn't let him go and they were still naked and entangled, which was very embarrassing.
She didn't know why she still chose to ask for help at the critical moment.
She couldn't bear to let him die?
Of course not! Jing Jiaren quickly denied it in her heart. She just didn't want him to hold her and die. Then she would have nightmares in the future and be shadowed for the rest of her life.
There was absolutely no other reason why he was saved——
Wilson rarely saw his master sick, and asked with a worried look: "How is it?"
The doctor did an examination: "High fever, 41°2."
"Is the situation serious?"
"The situation is not serious. If nothing goes wrong, the fever should be lowered quickly if given the medicine. If it is a few hours later and the fever is too high, it may be too late." The doctors negotiated, "However, in the end, it will be too late."
It would be nice to separate them."
Ximen Longting hugged Jing Jiaren tightly with both arms, unable to use his hands to apply the medicine.
Jing Jiaren has been wanting to get out of this embrace for a long time——
But before the doctor arrived, Jing Jiaren called several maids for help, but no one could move Ximen Longting.
Women are weak, so if a man is allowed to come, Jing Jiaren will have to show off.
Downstairs, the three sisters of the Jing family were sitting on the veranda basking in the sun.
They all heard the news that Master Ximen was ill, and of course they all wanted to visit him. However, Wilson dissuaded him.
"He said it was inconvenient for Mr. Xi to sleep on the bed - if the patient doesn't sleep on the bed, should he sleep on the floor?" Jing Meilin clenched her fists fiercely.
Jing Meihui saw a servant coming down from upstairs to fetch water, and said tactfully: "I'll go ask about the situation."
"Sister, don't worry, Master Xi has such a noble status, nothing will happen to him," Jing Meixue comforted.
Last night, at the last moment when sending Jing Meilin off abroad, Ximen Longting called to cancel the order.
Jing Meilin thought at that time that Master Ximen must be reluctant to let her go. If he had already made up his mind, Jing Jiaren could not change his decision even if he begged.
Now that I heard that Young Master Ximen is ill, she is the one who is most worried.
Jing Meihui came back soon, with a worried look on her face.
Jing Meilin couldn't wait to ask: "How's it going?"