Murong Xitian didn't pay attention to this episode at all. It wasn't until she finished taking the medicine that she noticed a suspicious red cloud on Xia Ziluo's cheeks.
"The last step is to find a piece of clean cloth and wrap the wound." Murong Xitian was confused, would he be so tired from applying medicine?
"Okay." Xia Ziluo hurriedly ran away, his back looking a little embarrassed.
When he came back, Xia Ziluo's face was no longer so red.
This time it went very quickly and smoothly. Xia Ziluo simply bandaged his wound. Although the bandage was not standardized and not strong, it was better than nothing.
"Well done." Murong Xitian's face turned suspiciously red at this moment. As soon as he stood up, he swayed weakly and fell to the ground.
"Murong Xitian!" Xia Ziluo exclaimed in fright, and rushed forward to catch Murong Xitian.
All the weight of his body rested on Xia Ziluo's petite body. She staggered a step before barely holding him steady.
"Just wait, I'll help you get on the bed and lie down."
But the bed is obviously so close, but the distance of a few steps seems to be endless.
Xia Ziluo exhausted all his strength before helping Murong Xitian to the bed, taking off his shoes and letting him lie down.
After covering him with the quilt, she was so tired that she fell down on the bedside and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"What do you think? Do you want me to pour you some hot water..." Before Xia Ziluo finished asking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. He took the silk handkerchief and was about to wipe it.
Her thin fingertips touched his overly hot handsome face, and she froze for a moment.
Why is it so hot? Could it be that he has a fever?
"Don't scare me! Why do you have a fever? Is the wound infected or inflamed..." Xia Ziluo's eyes turned red and he frantically wrung the silk handkerchief in his hand.
Murong Xitian felt dizzy, and wanted to answer her, but his lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.
It seems that although she sucked out the poison, some of the remaining poison still flowed into her body along the bloodstream.
The situation is a little bad!
"No, this won't work." Xia Ziluo jumped up from the bed anxiously when he saw that Murong Xitian's face was getting worse and worse, and his lips had lost color.
He can't sit still and wait for death. The only one he can rely on now is her!
"Wait for me, I'll go find the doctor right away!" Xia Ziluo put down the silk handkerchief and rushed toward the door.
Suddenly, his hot hand grasped her hand tightly.
Xia Ziluo turned around in surprise and faced his dark pupils that he struggled to open.
He was too weak to speak and could only look at her, his half-opened beautiful eyes showing some strong message.
Xia Ziluo looked at him blankly: "You are stopping me from calling someone... But you have a fever, and the fever is very serious. If the fever doesn't go down as soon as possible, you will burn out!"
He answered her by shaking his head slowly.
Xia Ziluo understood again. There must be someone arranged by Xia Qingtian in the palace, so he was so concerned and would not let her go to the doctor no matter what.
Xia Ziluo instantly withered and looked at him pitifully.
Then she had to compromise under his insistent gaze and sat back on the bed.
Xia Ziluo picked up the silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I won't call anyone. You just sleep well. Maybe the fever will go away when you wake up."
I don't know who can be trusted and who can't be trusted in the palace. The only one I can trust now is myself.
So, the only thing she could do was pray.
At the same time, she stayed by his side and never left him.
