Little Cherry let go of Xing Zizhou, and put her little hand on his forehead to explore. She was so anxious that her breathing was a little short.
When Xing Zizhou opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was Little Cherry's anxious gaze. He blinked, stretched out his big palm, and touched her little face.
"Little Cherry, have you come to see me?"
He blinked, his eyes unfocused, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
Little Cherry held his hand tightly, with a worried look on her face.
"It's okay. I'll ask Jiu'er to come over and take a look at you. Don't worry! It will get better."
When Little Cherry wanted to put down Xing Zizhou's hand, Xing Zizhou quickly grabbed her arm.
"Little Cherry, don't go! Don't... I don't want to wake up. I don't want to never see you again every time I wake up."
"You are not dreaming." Xiaoying leaned forward, pulled the quilt and covered Xing Zizhou, "You have a fever, you are not dreaming."
"Xing Zizhou, your body is very hot, did you know?"
"Look, you lost so much blood, why didn't you show it to the doctor? Why did you..."
Little Cherry was so anxious that she was about to cry. She had always thought that this guy was made of iron and would never fall down.
But I didn't expect that he would sometimes fall ill.
"Xing Zizhou, let me go and I'll go find Jiu'er. Your body is too hot. If you don't treat it, you will die."
After trying twice to push his hand away, she still couldn't. Little Cherry's voice became hoarse.
"What's wrong?" Tuoba Keyan heard the voice, stood up, and walked over.
Little Cherry looked back. Although she hated this face, she still gritted her teeth and said softly: "He has a fever. Please let Jiu'er come over."
"He's hot, his body is hot, his head is hot."
"Okay." Tuoba Keyan nodded, turned around, opened the curtain and walked out.
"Little Cherry, what's wrong with Xing Zizhou?" Qiao Mu sat up, her eyes still a little hazy.
"I don't know." Little Cherry held Xing Zizhou's hand with a panic look on her face, "His body is very hot. I don't know if he is about to die."
"Qiao Mu, help! Is he really about to die?"
Little Cherry looked at Xing Zizhou anxiously.
Xing Zizhou frowned and seemed to have just reacted.
He sat up suddenly and held Little Cherry's cold little hand back.
"Little Cherry, why are you here? Am I not dreaming? You are here, are you really here?"
"What are you doing?" Looking at the red-stained bandage on his arm, Little Cherry Moon frowned.
"Don't exert any force! The wound will tear again later, what should I do?"
"By the way, you have a fever, very hot, you..."
Before Little Cherry could finish speaking, Xing Zizhou sat up and gently pulled Little Cherry into his arms.
"You're really here, you care about me, little Cherry, I'm so happy!"
Little Cherry accommodated Xing Zizhou's injured arm, pushed him, and wanted to leave in his arms.
"Let go! You're hurt, let go!"
However, Xing Zizhou hugged her and didn't want to let her go.
He held her with one arm, lowered his head, and buried his face in her head.
As soon as the last words were spoken, Xing Zizhou's body softened and he let go of Little Cherry.
Little Cherry's eyes widened, and she tightly hugged the man in front of her who was about to slide down.
"Xing Zizhou, what's wrong with you? Xing Zizhou..."
She hugged him tightly, as if she would lose him forever if she let him go.
"Xing Zizhou, you don't want to die! Wake up quickly! Don't die! Xing Zizhou, wake up quickly! Hurry!"
Before Feng Jiuer even got close, she was shocked by Little Cherry's shouting voice.
"Qian Yan, is Xing Zizhou's wound very deep?" She glanced sideways and quickened her pace.
"I don't know either." Tuoba Keyan shook his head, "I wasn't there at the time, and I found out later that he was injured."
"Yeah." Feng Jiuer nodded, and soon came to the outside of the tent, opened the curtain and walked in.
In the tent, Little Cherry hugged Xing Zizhou and burst into tears, while Qiao Mu stood aside with a confused expression.
"Jiu'er, you're here, hurry up! Show Xing Zizhou the situation."
Seeing Xing Zizhou's face turn red like this, coupled with Little Cherry's crying, even Qiao Mu wondered if Xing Zizhou was really about to die.
Hearing Qiao Mu's words, Little Cherry gently put Xing Zizhou down, looked back, and immediately moved away.
"Jiu'er, show him quickly. Is he about to die? He can't even speak, wu wu..." Little Cherry couldn't help crying again.
Feng Jiuer stretched out her hand to explore Xing Zizhou's forehead, and immediately took out a pill from her sleeve.
"Stop crying! If you can't die, go prepare water and towels."
"Yeah." Little Cherry took a deep breath, nodded sharply and stood up.
Jiu'er said he couldn't die, so she believed him.
Qiao Mu, is there any water? Give me some water and give him the medicine.
"I'll prepare water and towels." Qiao Mu casually took a water bag aside and put it in Little Cherry's hand.
Little Cherry nodded, turned around and sat back next to Feng Jiuer.
"Jiu'er, how can I help?" Little Cherry asked hoarsely.
"Help me feed him the medicine. This is an antipyretic medicine. You must let him take it." Feng Jiuer put the medicine in the palm of Little Cherry's hand.
"If the high fever continues, even if I save him, his brain will not be as functional as before."
Feng Jiuer was not in the mood to joke. She conservatively estimated that Xing Zizhou was now at least forty-one degrees, or even as high as forty-two degrees.
This guy won't stop until his body reaches its limit. I wonder if anyone would be worried about him?
Feng Jiuer shook her head, flattened Xing Zizhou's injured arm, and gently helped him untie the blood-stained straps.
Little Cherry's hand holding the pill was still shaking, but she didn't want to delay.
Putting down the water bag, she leaned down, opened Xing Zizhou's mouth with one hand, and gently put the pill in with the other hand.
"Xing Zizhou, swallow it, please." She held his head, trying to lower her voice for fear of affecting Feng Jiuer's treatment.
"Xing Zizhou, swallow it. Jiu'er said you must swallow it."
Seeing no reaction from the man, Little Cherry gently let go of his head, picked up the water bag, and unscrewed it hard.
Carefully pouring some water into Xing Zizhou's mouth, Little Cherry's voice sounded again.
"Xing Zizhou, wake up, swallow the medicine and go back to sleep, Xing Zizhou..."
Little Cherry gently shook Xing Zizhou's uninjured shoulder, but unexpectedly, the water she had just poured into his mouth slipped from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that his throat had no movement at all to swallow, Little Cherry bit her lips tightly and shook his shoulders again.
"Xing Zizhou, wake up quickly! I beg you to wake up quickly! If you don't swallow the medicine, you will become a fool in the future."
"I don't want you to become a fool, please wake up quickly."
