The temperature was frighteningly high. The wound must have become infected because it was not treated in time.
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly became serious. She quickly took out two life-saving pills, helped Chou Slave take them, and then began to peel off his dirty clothes and clean his wounds.
No warm water.
Ling Luo had no choice but to use the well and stove at the door to boil water herself.
She is a fire cultivator, and if she wants to quickly boil a pot of water, she can easily do so.
The ugly slave's consciousness was in confusion, his vision was extremely dim, and he vaguely felt that someone was taking care of him.
She is a girl with very gentle hands.
She wiped her body bit by bit, cleaned the blood from her wounds, and then carefully applied medicine.
Her movements were so gentle, she was extremely patient, and there was no trace of irritation, so she did not aggravate his wounds or expand his pain.
So comfortable.
It was obviously so painful, but the ugly slave felt like he was in a marshmallow-like cloud.
The consciousness responded bit by bit, gradually becoming clearer.
The ugly slave slowly opened his heavy, dry eyelids and saw the profile of an extremely beautiful girl.
Her eyelashes are extremely long, like the soft leaves of a four-leaf clover.
"Ling... girl."
His voice was extremely rough, like the cracked earth.
Every time when I am saved from a desperate situation, the first one I see is her. Somehow, it seems to have become a law.
"It's great that you're awake." A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips, and her beautiful eyes were filled with joy.
After so much effort, it finally paid off.
She is smiling to herself.
Chou Nu's consciousness became clearer and clearer, as if a clear spring was flowing through his heart.
"I……"
"Don't talk yet. Your throat is too dry." Ling Luo held a celadon bottle and brought it to Chou Nu's lips, "Drink this spiritual spring water first."
The ugly slave obediently allowed herself to be manipulated.
He would do whatever Ling Luo asked him to do.
After drinking a bottle of spiritual spring water, his throat and intestines were moisturized, and the pain in his body suddenly eased a lot.
"Thank you, Miss Ling."
This time, his voice was full of gratitude and not hoarse at all.
He lowered his head, looked at his body, and changed into a clean robe.
Did she change it for herself?
In other words, she stripped off his dirty clothes with her own hands, wiped his body clean, and then put on new clothes?
Then his body isn't...
Thinking of this, Chou Nu's ears suddenly became hot, and a blush spread to his cheeks.
However, he was suffering from infection and fever, and his face was covered with scary pink scars from burns, so it was difficult to see his shy blush clearly.
Ling Luo looked at the ugly face of this thirteen or fourteen-year-old child and couldn't help but ask: "By the way, I always forgot to ask, what is your name?"
name?
The ugly slave fell silent, his eyes dimmed, and his whole face sank.
"how?"
The ugly slave paused, his chapped lips moved slightly, and he said hoarsely: "I don't have a name."
The ugly slave stared straight at Ling Luo with his big, somewhat abrupt eyes, full of kindness, and even his rough voice softened: "It's okay. From the moment I became conscious, I found myself in a lotus pond, full of kindness.
The filth of the body, no memory, no name."
Ling Luo was slightly shocked: "Were you thrown in?"
"I don't know." Chou Nu shook his head, his voice slightly melancholy, "I don't have any memory at all. I don't know if I have parents or if I have brothers. Maybe I just appeared out of thin air, and there was only the mud of the dirty lotus pond.