573. Chapter 573 Bitter traditional Chinese medicine
"I'll go out first and guard you outside the courtyard. You... you should hurry up... If this Thousand Souls Powder is poisoned and there is no antidote after more than twelve hours, even if there is another antidote, there will be no antidote.
If you use it, you will miss the best opportunity for treatment, and you will have to wait for death." Xiaobai glanced at Hua Weiluo meaningfully, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
This stupid woman didn't understand anything. She thought that all the antidotes mentioned by Zhifang could be mixed together and fed to Zhishan. Fortunately, she came to see her, otherwise Master Zhishan would really have died unjustly this time.
"I...I know..." Hua Weiluo bit her lips gently, nodded towards Xiaobai with a solemn expression, and then saw Xiaobai turn around and go out.
The room suddenly became quiet again.
Hua Weiluo stared at her junior brother's cheek for a moment, then turned around resolutely, walked to the round table, picked up the bowl of concoction, and sat down next to Zhishan again.
She put the concoction on the cabinet next to the bed, then stretched out an arm to hug Zhishan's body, slightly lifting him up to lean against her, and his cold cheek leaned against her warm neck.
, the temperature difference on her skin made her shiver.
She turned her head slightly. From her angle, she could see that her junior brother's long eyelashes were slightly drooping, casting a faint shadow on the bridge of his nose. His straight nose drew a perfect arc in the air. If not for his thin lips,
Because it lost its color, it should have been a light pink.
If it weren't for the fact that the temperature on his body was so cold, Hua Weiluo would have thought he was just sleeping quietly.
"Little junior brother...little junior brother..." Hua Weiluo called him gently twice.
Still no response.
Hua Weiluo felt her nose was sore, and she quickly held back the tears that were about to fall. She reached for the concoction on the cabinet, took a spoonful of it, and then handed it to his lips, saying softly: "Junior brother
, be good, drink the medicine quickly."
The concoction in the spoon was just pressed against Zhishan's pale lips. The concoction was still slightly hot, but the junior brother didn't react at all.
Hua Weiluo's heart felt cold, and she bit her lips gently with a pair of shell teeth. After a moment of hesitation, she finally took the medicine bowl over, raised her head and took a large mouthful of the medicine into her mouth.
The strong bitter taste of Chinese medicine immediately spread along the tip of her tongue. The unbearable bitter taste almost made her spit out the medicine subconsciously.
But looking at the unconscious junior brother in front of him, Hua Weiluo finally managed to hold back the strong bitter taste in his mouth.
She turned around and gently held Zhishan's cheeks with a pair of white and slender hands, then brought her lips up, gently parted his pale and cold lips with the tip of her soft tongue, and then let the concoction flow along her lips.
Her lips slowly flowed into his.
After taking the sip of Chinese medicine, Hua Weiluo carefully watched Zhishan, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the Adam's apple moving up and down gently on his fair and slender neck.
Junior brother, he finally swallowed the concoction.
In this case, it means there is still hope.
Hua Weiluo took the bowl of Chinese medicine without hesitation this time, and let the strong bitter taste wreak havoc on her tongue. Little by little, she carefully fed all the concoction in the bowl to Zhishan.
