After saying that, without waiting for Dao's reply, Agui ran out like the wind.
With a warm light in Dao's eyes, she watched him leave.
Hongzhu walked in, looked at the knife, and said with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Mr. Jun, do you feel uncomfortable with the wound?"
"No." Dao shook his head.
"Then Mr. Jun, I will go to the kitchen to make some medicine for you first. If you need anything, just call me." Hongzhu warned.
"Okay." Dao nodded.
Not long after Hongzhu left, Agui came and talked to Dao.
Most of the time, Agui asked and Dao explained to him.
Not long after, Hongzhu came in with medicine, fed the knife and drank it.
"Okay, it's getting late. Mr. Jun is injured, so go to bed early. Agui will sleep here with you tonight. If anything happens, just call Agui." Hongzhu warned.
"I understand. Miss Hongzhu should also rest early." Dao Wen said.
Hongzhu responded. When he went out, he saw his father entering the yard.
Father Ge looks like he is in his sixties or seventies. He is thin in stature but very energetic.
"Dad, are you back?" Hongzhu greeted Father Ge.
"Well. How is the injured boy doing?" Father Ge asked calmly.
"Young Master Jun is not bad. I just gave him some medicine," Hongzhu replied.
"...Hmm." The expressions in Father Ge's eyes changed a few times, and then he nodded without saying anything more.
In the middle of the night, Dao felt as if his body was being roasted on a stove. He was so hot that his throat was smoking, and his wounds began to hurt and itch...
He knew that his wound was probably inflamed.
He endured it, not letting himself moan.
Gradually, his head became a little dizzy, and then he heard Agui's voice exclaiming: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Then, there was a noise and Agui's shout, and then the voices of Hongzhu and Father Ge.
"Dad, what should I do? Master Jun's forehead is too hot? If this continues, your body will be burned out."
"Dad Ge, please help Mr. Jun quickly."
"Why are you panicking? Hongzhu, go and boil the medicine. Just boil the medicine I picked up this afternoon. Agui, go and get a basin of cold water."
Dao was drowsy, listening to the three people discussing his condition. The voices of Hongzhu and Agui sounded anxious, while Father Ge's voice was relatively calm and low...
Then, Dao felt someone put a cold towel on his forehead...
The cool temperature made him feel a little better.
Then, someone used a spoon to drink medicine for himself and wiped the medicine from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief...
With those gentle fingers and careful movements, the knife knew it was a red plant.
Throughout the night, someone kept replacing the wet towel on his forehead, wiping his arms and chest with a cold towel, and occasionally feeding him a spoonful of water.
Dao knew that this person was also a red plant.
When the first ray of morning light shone in in the morning, Dao opened his eyes, turned his head and saw the red plant sleeping soundly on the edge of the kang...
On the side, Agui rubbed his eyes and smiled at him, and said softly: "Master, are you awake? Are you feeling better? Sister Hongzhu has been busy all night and just fell asleep. I watched the master for him."
Dao smiled slightly and said, "I'm much better. You should also rest for a while."
"I'm not sleepy. I've been sleeping most of the night. Master, do you want to drink water? Do you want to go to the toilet?" Agui said enthusiastically.
Dao shook his head and said warmly: "You should rest for a while."