He opened his mouth, ate in cooperation, stared into her caring eyes, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would hold happiness in his hands.
At this time, the sea was an endless blue, with rays of sunshine reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the wind was gentle and sunny. The storm last night had long passed, and the sea was calm and sparkling.
On an unknown uninhabited coast, a large ship was moored. In the cabin, Jun Youqi was lying naked on the couch, unconscious and suffering from a high fever. His whole body was white without a trace of blood, and his eyes were closed tightly.
, the thick black eyebrows were also wrinkled together, and he was extremely painful and restless in his sleep.
He was covered with two quilts, one covering his upper body, and the other covering his thighs, exposing his buttocks.
"It's been five days. My master's fever has not gone away. I don't know when he will wake up." Yuanzi looked sad. He twisted the cloth half dry from the basin, folded it into a small rectangular shape, and applied it to Jun Youqi's face.
On the forehead.
Fang Pingzhi, a doctor in his fifties beside him, was so worried that his hair had a few more gray hairs. "Most of the medicine I fed my master was spit out by him. His wounds have become inflamed and swollen again. I'm afraid..."
His eyes fell on the place where Jun Youqi was sutured. From the first night of suturing, the 'dragon root' began to become swollen and inflamed. It has not subsided for five days.
"Doctor Fang, if you have anything to say, just say it." Yuanzi became uneasy.
"If the master's fever does not go away, his life will be in danger. Sewing the dragon root back seems to be a wrong approach. If his fever does not go away, I'm afraid he will have to cut it again..."
"How can that be done!" Yuanzi objected fiercely, "Master has already been cut open once. If it happens again, he will die in pain."
"However, it is obvious that the healing after suturing was not good...compared to the master's life..."
"I don't care." Yuanzi grabbed Fang Pingzhi fiercely, "No matter what method you use, you must make the master's fever subside and the swelling of his lifeblood subside!"
"Do you think I don't want to?" Fang Pingzhi took his hand away, "My master treats me with great kindness. Even if I risk my life, I still want my master to get well soon. It's true that my medical skills are limited.
Sewn back, it’s already an extraordinary performance.”
"Although Master's root is swollen and inflamed, it has grown close to the flesh and blood. It must not be cut again, absolutely cannot..." Yuanzi knelt in front of the bed and cried bitterly, "Master, please wake up. If you don't wake up, not only will you suffer
I'm confused because of the fever. For your life, I may have to give away your roots again... Please wake up quickly, please!"
Jun Youqi groaned on the bed, Yuanzi was so excited that he forgot to shed tears, "Master?"
He didn't wake up, he was still unconscious, and just now he was murmuring in pain in his sleep.
"Quick, Doctor Fang, feel your master's pulse quickly." Yuanzi shouted to Fang Pingzhi.
Fang Pingzhi walked to the edge of the bed and raised his hand to take Jun Youqi's pulse. "Master's pulse seemed to be non-existent before. He may... die at any time. Now, it is a little stable."
"Master is the destined emperor, with thousands of miles of land and mountains, and a great country waiting for him to take charge. He will definitely be fine, nothing will happen." Yuanzi wiped the tears on his face, "Master, you have to wake up quickly, who could harm you?
It's so miserable, you have to pay it back ten times, a hundred times. Also, your body is not suitable for moving now, and even the small ones dare not go to the shore.
