At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. Haier was very curious, what kind of tricks is Li Xiangxue going to play tonight?
Although Qingqing made it clear that she was not allowed to interfere tonight, it was still a good thing to watch a good show, so with a flick of her finger, the person disappeared in an instant.
Jueqing blinked, but she was still not used to disappearing in front of her eyes. Baili Fenghua said that she was a sea monster and her magic power was not weak.
Baili Fenghua asked him: Are you afraid?
He said that he was not afraid. In his heart, there was no such thing as a human being or a monster. Only that face could heal all his wounds.
Murong Fei got off the carriage and went straight to Li Xiangxue's room. The clean and tidy room was very elegantly decorated, just like her personality.
On the clean table, in a white jade porcelain vase, were a few freshly picked plum blossoms. The cold winter plums reflected beautifully under the red candle.
In front of the window, there are several small potted plants. Although they are not famous flowers, they are green and elegant.
In the room, a faint smell of medicine filled the air. In front of the table, there was a bowl of cold medicine, and smoke was gently dissipating.
When the maid serving Li Xiangxue saw Murong Fei, her eyes turned red and she shed tears as she said, "Uncle Murong, you are here. My wife... she fainted at night without knowing why.
We invited two doctors to come and see her, and they both said they couldn’t find the cause through a pulse check... and I can’t take this medicine. Sir, do you think Madam will be fine?"
When Murong Fei heard what the maid said, his face turned ugly. He quickly walked to Xiang Xue's side, sat slowly on the bedside, and held her little hand in his big hand: "Bring the medicine, I'll do it."
Feed her!"
"Yes, sir." The maid handed the medicine into Murong Fei's hand.
Murong Fei slowly helped Li Xiangxue up, holding her head with one hand and gently feeding the medicine into her mouth with the other hand.
However, she was in a coma and couldn't take the medicine at all. The medicine entered her mouth and slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth.
He frowned slightly. He was like this. How could he get better without taking medicine?
What's wrong with her? She was fine this morning. How can she be sick just because she's sick?
She sighed softly, feeling unspeakable pity. Come to think of it, she had been too depressed during this period.
He placed the medicine bowl on the table in front of the bed, and then half-supported her into his arms. He held a spoon in one hand and gently held her chin with the other hand, pressing it slightly and prying it.
He opened her mouth, then took a spoonful of potion and slowly fed it in.
After the potion entered her mouth, he gently laid her body flat, then gently touched her throat with his fingers, and swallowed the potion with a slurping sound.
Seeing that this method was indeed effective, he followed this method and fed the remaining half bowl of medicine.
The little maid had been silently watching Uncle Murong. When she saw how gentle and considerate Uncle Murong was, her eyes moved slightly, as if she had thought of something and became complicated.
But in the end he didn't say anything, he just walked out silently holding the medicine bowl.
When she went out, she gently picked the candle, making it a little brighter.
