Jing Jiaren probed his forehead, fearing that his wound was infected.
If it is just a simple high fever, put it on his forehead and he will be fine after a few days...
But if his injury becomes infected, bacteria grows, and without antibacterial treatment, he will die.
In the past, medicine was not good enough, and even a small cold could kill someone.
Jing Jiaren panicked. The conditions were so bad now that even Ximen Longting's strong body collapsed.
On the horizon, the sun rises slowly...
Golden light shines on the horizon.
Jing Jiaren's eyes were blurry, looking at the brighter and brighter sky, she could not wait any longer.
"Ximen Longting, Ximen Longting?"
Jing Jiaren whispered softly: "I'm going to find medicine for you. If you wake up, please stop running around, okay?"
Don't go to her...
Ximen Longting pursed his thin lips tightly, his long eyelashes drooped, and his face looked extremely corrupt.
She stroked his face and talked to him for a long time, but he couldn't hear a word.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time.
Jing Jiaren made a quick decision and first got some water and forced him to drink some.
He couldn't open his lips, so she had to feed him some by sealing them with a kiss.
Ximen Longting, who was in a coma, was very dry. He tasted the sweetness of the water and spontaneously sucked and drank it.
Jing Jiaren fed him a bottle, poured another bottle and put it on his pillow.
If he wakes up and is too heavy to move, the water will be within his reach.
Canvas has been wrapped around the fish, holding water...
Jing Jiaren couldn't find anything that could block Ximen Longting from the sun.
She turned around and remembered that long skirt, which was big enough and fluffy enough.
After erecting the shelf, spread the skirt on it to act as a canvas.
The multi-layered white skirt hangs down, layer by layer shining with the light of diamonds.
…
Jing Jiaren cannot blindly go looking for death. She has to find a pharmacy and do some digging.
She thought of the tool bag that Ximen Longting was guarding.
Was he worried that she would steal his tools... so he held on tightly?
At this moment of realization, Jing Jiaren suddenly felt at a loss.
Ximen Longting, when he is so ill, he still has to think about her. How useless is she, so that he has to stand in front of her to protect him even though he is ill?
Jing Jiaren's hand reached under his body and quietly explored the tool bag.
Fortunately, Ximen Longting was very sleepy.
But that hand is still clutching the bag...
Jing Jiaren pulled it several times but couldn't pull it away. She went to break his fingers and found that he was holding it too hard.
After struggling for a while, Jing Jia finally grabbed the tool bag. She fell to the ground due to too much force, and everything in the tool bag fell out.
A cowhide book fell out and hit her feet.
Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment...
A leather notebook? And a pen!?
When did Ximen Longting get this? Why didn’t she know——
Although he usually wouldn't let her touch his tool bag, she still saw him packing whatever he had.
He had never taken out this notebook in front of her.
Jing Jiaren picked it up and opened it, and found some messy graffiti.
Half of the notebook was messily scrawled by him, with densely packed function formulas written in his handwriting.
There were questions in Jing Jiaren's mind, and she turned over it, her eyes gradually becoming clearer...
Finally figured out what these strange graphics are!