Wilson knelt down and said, "Miss Jing, he fainted."
"This useless fool..." Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth, hating that iron could never become steel, "Pick him up and put him on the bed to lie down."
Ximen Longting frowned: "Sofa."
The bed was where they slept, how could there be a second man lying there besides him.
Jing Jiaren nodded: "Then let's put it on the sofa for now..."
…
Gong Zihua was ill, and the doctor said he was overworked. Jing Jiaren didn't understand. He clearly didn't do anything, so how could he be overworked and fall ill?
Thinking of him being kept in captivity by Higashiko Toru...could that be it?
Jing Jiaren looked evil for a moment, then met Ximen Long Ting's cold gaze.
His red pupils seemed to be asking her: What unclean things are you thinking about? Get out of your mind!
Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I'm not thinking about anything."
Ximen Longting turned away and continued to be arrogant.
"But it's too much to enslave him like Tohomiya Toru, right?"
Gong Zihua lay heavily on the bed. Only he knew that he was overworked because of the recent explosive exercise. In order to make Higashi Gong Zihua look down on him, he ran hard, exercised, smashed sandbags, and practiced arm strength.
After all, I have been lazy for many years, and when the amount of exercise suddenly increases, my body naturally cannot bear it.
Mong Zihua had a slight fever and seemed to be dreaming of a time when he was a child. He was also ill and lay curled up in a hay hole.
In the haze, a pair of hands shook his shoulders desperately, telling him to wake up...
Gong Zihua opened his eyes tiredly, and pressed the young Xius's medicinal soup to his lips.
The medicine was very strong and bitter, and he vomited it out after a few sips.
In those difficult conditions, there was no medicine at all. These medicinal soups were picked by Hughes who ran all over the forest and picked them for him in danger. He personally boiled the medicinal soup and blew it to cool it to feed him.
【Ache, drink the medicine.】
[Gu...] Gong Zihua covered her mouth and shook her head desperately, wanting to vomit, her little face was burning hot.
[Ah Che, drink the medicine!] Hughes's face was covered with sweat, his hair was as tangled as waterweed, his whole body was dirty, his hands were covered with scars cut by thorns, and even his left foot had marks of being bitten by wild beasts.
How could Gong Zihua vomit the herbs he had worked so hard for?
【Only by taking medicine will your illness be cured...】
[It’s so painful.] Gong Zihua plunged into his arms and breathed with difficulty, [Don’t drink, I feel so uncomfortable...it hurts.]
Hughes, I feel so much pain...
Gong Zihua's whole body was covered with huge pain, as if it had been split open by an axe. She suddenly woke up from the dream and sat up.
Jing Jiaren was sitting aside, flipping through a book, and was surprised to see him awake: "You finally woke up? How do you feel?"
Gong Zihua sat upright on the sofa, her whole body soaked with sweat, her pupils were like projections, and she still hadn't come back from that dream.
Jing Jiaren patted his face: "Gong Zihua, Gong Zihua, wake up? Are you having a nightmare?"
After a few minutes, Gong Zihua fell straight back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, and rolled his eyes lightly: "Get out."
"You have a fever. I found some fever medicine. Take it when you wake up."
"Go away——!!!!" Gong Zihua roared with authority.
He thought he had forgotten those memories, and he had also forgotten that person. Hughes had long been dead in his heart. Why was his heart still hurting?!