When Feng Jiuer woke up, she found that there was another person in front of her.
She stretched out her slender hands and rubbed her eyes, and her vision slowly became clearer.
"Jianyi?"
She widened her eyes and whispered.
After being stunned for a moment, Feng Jiuer stood up and supported the arm of the man sitting next to her.
"You can't move casually now, lie down for me quickly."
Holding Jianyi to the bedside, Feng Jiuer ordered.
Jian Yi did not lie down immediately, but looked at her for a moment.
"Jiu'er, where is this?
Why are you..." He grabbed her old clothes and felt a bit hurt in his eyes.
"Hurry up and lie down for me!"
Feng Jiuer pressed down on his right shoulder.
Jianyi let go of her clothes and lay down on the bed obediently.
"Jiu'er."
Not knowing whether he was worried that she was leaving, he grabbed her clothes again.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Feng Jiuer sat down by the bed and touched Jian Yi's forehead.
Jianyi shook his head and held her little hand.
"Jiu'er, you've lost weight again."
He sighed lightly, looked away from the back of her hand, and looked up at Feng Jiuer's face.
"Jiu'er, where is this?
How long have I been in coma?
Are you taking care of me these days?"
Facing the somewhat childish look in Jian Daxia's eyes, Feng Jiuer couldn't bear to curse.
He was supposed to be unable to move and could only lie flat. I really don’t know how long this guy sat there after waking up.
Feng Jiuer held Jian Yi's palm behind her back, put his hand back into the quilt, and gently untied his clothes.
"You have been unconscious for three days. We are heading southwest now. Yesterday we happened to meet a group of fleeing Crowwood City people. We are now with them."
"This place is a small village at the junction of Mocheng and Crowwood City. There are not many people living there."
Seeing that there was no blood on the bandage, Feng Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jian Yi, you are awake now, but the situation is not stable yet. We must go to the city as soon as possible and perform an operation on you, otherwise..." "Jiu'er."
Suddenly, Jianyi took out his hand from the quilt and held Feng Jiuer's hand again.
Feng Jiuer was always paying attention to Jian Yi's situation. Seeing him like this, she suddenly became nervous.
"What's wrong?
Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Don't just shake your head. I can't rely solely on guesswork to treat you. You must tell me so that I can prescribe the right medicine. Do you understand?"
These days, Feng Jiuer admitted that she was a little nervous.
She didn't know how happy she was to see him wake up, but he had hurt his heart and there was still a long way to go, so she didn't dare to be careless at all.
Facing Jian Yi's completely harmless, even somewhat innocent eyes, Feng Jiuer sighed lightly and her expression softened.
"I don't really want to blame you, and I won't leave you alone, but I need to know clearly what's wrong with you."
"There are no instruments here. I can only rely on experience. Therefore, your cooperation will be of great help to my treatment. Is it clear?"
Jian Yi blinked, suddenly sat down, and held Feng Jiu'er in his arms.
"Jiu'er, thank you for your hard work."
Feng Jiuer finally understood why this guy acted weird after waking up.
It turned out that he was feeling guilty.
With a shallow sigh, Feng Jiuer left Jian Yi's arms, held his arms, and let him lie back on the bed easily.
"In the future, don't say these unnutritious words. We are all a family and no one will leave anyone alone."
"Have a good rest. The team will set off early tomorrow morning. I heard they want to seek refuge in Mocheng. If we enter Mocheng, we will be safe."
"But what about the battle in Crowwood City?"
Jian Yi lay down obediently, not daring to move any more.
"For the time being, I can only rely on Qiao Mu and my brothers. I already repaired books for Qiao Mu and Zhao Yusheng yesterday. I hope they can survive for a while."
"I also want to go back, but Feng Qingyin can't let me get what I want."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and continued.
"The most important thing now is to heal your injury. With your help, it won't be easy no matter where I want to go."
Jian Yi looked at Feng Jiu'er quietly without saying a word.
How could he not understand that he was a burden now, but Jiuer didn't dislike him at all.
Feng Jiuer pulled the quilt for Jianyi, stood up, turned around and walked out.
"While walking with the refugees, I can have someone to take care of me, but I'm also worried that Feng Qingyin's people will catch up."
"She is different from His Highness the Crown Prince. If she harms everyone, we will not feel at ease. Therefore, I plan to take a step forward before dawn."
Feng Jiuer put a bowl of medicine on the table, returned to the bed and sat down.
She held the medicine bowl in both hands, and with just a slight movement of her inner strength, the medicine that was meant to be cooled started to drift up into a little white mist.
"Can you get up?
When you can get up, drink the medicine first."
Feng Jiuer held the medicine bowl with one hand, and wrapped her other hand around Jian Yi's neck, gently lifting him up.
Seeing that he drank every drop of the medicine this time, Feng Jiuer really wanted to say that my mother felt very relieved today.
After drinking the medicine in the bowl, Jian Yi said softly: "Jiu'er, my heart still hurts a little, but I don't feel anything wrong in other places."
"Um."
Feng Jiuer asked him to lie back on the bed, "The wound is so deep, of course it will still hurt."
"When I find enough medicinal materials, I will perform a small operation on you. Don't worry too much! You have a good constitution and will be fine."
"But, before I give my permission, you can no longer exercise your skills or do anything that uses your true energy. Is that okay?"
"Minor surgery?"
Jian Yi looked at Feng Jiu'er and frowned.
"You don't understand even after I tell you. Anyway, as long as you listen to me carefully, you still have a chance to return to your original self."
Putting the bowl back on the table, Feng Jiuer sat down next to the table.
Glancing back, she waved her hand and said, "Hurry up and rest, it's almost dawn."
As soon as she finished speaking, she lay on the table a little tired.
"Jiu'er, come here."
Jian Yi moved his body inside and said, "There is still some space left on the bed. Since we don't have much time, I will rest for a while."
"I will never move around. It's too cold. You can easily catch a cold if you lie there."
"No need, just take a good rest."
Feng Jiuer waved her hand and ignored it.
"If you don't come over, I won't rest either."
Jian Yi felt really distressed. It was his turn to lie on the table while she slept on the bed.
Feng Jiuer had no choice but to look back.
Meeting Feng Jiu'er's gaze, Jian Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Don't worry! If I don't tell you about this, the Ninth Prince won't know about it."
Glancing at the vacant spot, Feng Jiuer frowned, stood up and walked over.
With her back to Jianyi, she lay down on the bed.
"Jiu'er."
"Shut up!"
Jian Yi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Feng Jiu'er, "Close your eyes, have a good sleep, and don't say anything!"
Looking at the little head in front of him, Jian Yi looked a little happier.
