954. Chapter 954 There are more men and more right and wrong 6
Especially Xia Yan, why do you look at me like "You're cheating on me"? When has I ever done anything sorry for him?
His grandma's.
And Yan Xiaoqing, how can you compete with me? If he hadn't started the war, we would have ended up in this hellish place. Not only were we cold and hungry, but we were also covered in injuries.
The same goes for Yan Xitong. He and his brother are in a nest of snakes and rats, and they can deceive people without blinking an eye.
Liuchi...
Well, I really can't fault Liu Chi, but I always feel that he is different from before, especially that little shadow, which made my skin crawl. It was worse than Xia Yan's 'little thing'
Be careful.
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Complaining, complaining, I couldn't help but fall asleep.
In the haziness, it seemed like someone picked me up, and then I was snatched away in another embrace, followed by an anxious voice in my ear: "It's so hot, what happened?"
I don't know the rest.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying in Xia Yan's arms. I couldn't believe it. My throat felt like it had been burned by fire, it was dry and uncomfortable.
"Don't move." Xia Yan looked at me tenderly with bloodshot eyes, and put his finger on my lips.
I hummed and looked at him blankly.
A cold palm touched my forehead: "This is not the way to go."
This voice belongs to Liuchi.
"What should we do?" Qi Xuan asked anxiously.
"There are no medicinal materials to treat typhoid fever here, the only way is to use silver needles." Liu Chi said calmly.
Xia Yan hugged me tightly: "Do you have any silver needles?"
"I have it." Before Liu Chi could answer, Yan Xitong appeared in front of me. It turned out that neither he nor Yan Xiaoqing had left, but had been by the side.
Liu Chi looked at Yan Xitong and took a step back: "Then it's the Eighth Prince's fault."
Yan Xitong snorted and came to Xia Yan: "Give her to me."
Xia Yan didn't even raise his eyelids: "What? Can't you use medical skills in the arms of a widower?"
Anger immediately ignited in Yan Xitong's eyes: "Xia Yan, she is sick. I don't want to waste words with you. Please give her to me as soon as possible."
Yan Xiaoqing stepped forward and said, "Xia Yan, do you want her to feel uncomfortable all the time?"
I could feel Xia Yan's arms relax a bit.
Qi Xuan quickly said: "Let's get cured first and then talk."
Yan Xitong took me away from Xia Yan's arms without any explanation. When I left, I felt a chill and couldn't help but tighten my body. Yan Xitong quickly said: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while."
Yan Xitong placed me on the soft grass that had been laid out in advance. Immediately there were crowds of black heads surrounding me. Yan Xitong took out the silver needle and said angrily: "Can you please open it a little? I can't see the acupuncture points."
"
With a crash, the crowd quickly dispersed in both directions, revealing enough space for Yan Xitong to use.
"It hurts..." When the needle penetrated the skin, I frowned and screamed softly.
Yan Xiaoqing squatted down and covered my eyes with his hands: "Don't look at it and it won't hurt."
If I hadn't been sick, I probably wouldn't have heard him speak to me in such a gentle voice.
After a while, Yan Xitong pulled out all the silver needles on my body, as if he was very tired: "Okay."
Yan Xiaoqing quickly let go of my eyes and turned to help Yan Xitong: "Are you okay?"
Yan Xitong shook his head: "It's okay, let's see how she does."
I don't know when a stream of heat suddenly appeared in my originally cold body, warming my blood and major meridians in my body inch by inch.
