Don't panic, Father Xueba and I crossed together

"Oh."

Feng Jin looked at Feng Zheng with a firm face, and felt that he hadn't recognized Steward Feng Da's loyalty before.

Also, she once again felt that the wind steward's ability to accept is quite strong.

In this case, she was relieved and didn't have to cover up anything.

So, he continued to reach into his purse, and took out things one after another.

In addition to the medicinal materials needed, he also took out many things that Fengjin thought might be useful.

Feng Zheng even watched helplessly as Feng Jin took out a kettle from his purse...

The purse was exploded and turned into two pieces of cloth.

"It should be enough, let's go back!"

Feng Jin was still thinking about Chen Yu's pale face, so she didn't dare to delay too long. Looking at Feng Zheng who was about to lose his grip, she lifted her foot and walked towards Chen Yu's tent.

The smell of joss sticks in the air made her dare not waste time. Every 1 minutes, the plague was spreading.

He casually threw the purse, which was no longer visible, on the ground.

As he walked, he ran.

Race against the clock.

Feng Zheng silently picked up the purse, stuffed it into his sleeve, and ran with the eldest lady on his long legs.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't have a habit of collecting things, nor does he care about the eldest lady.

He just thought this purse was magical, and it might still be usable when he went back to sew it.

Cough, what if I can pick up a cheap one for nothing!

Steward Feng Da will never let any "magic weapon" live on the streets!

in the tent.

Chen Yu hadn't woken up yet.

When the wind was coming in, old man Feng had already rushed over, chirping and tugging at Feng Minsheng to see the ciprofloxacin he was talking about.

Feng Minsheng didn't know how to explain the series of chemical reactions, so he could only say that it was obtained by boiling, steaming and frying various medicinal materials.

This made old man Feng even more interested, and he never let go of Feng Minsheng's hand from the beginning.

He kept asking Feng Minsheng who his teacher was, and if he had any plans to learn from him.

Sitting beside Chen Yu's bed, Feng Jin stained some spiritual spring water with a handkerchief and put it on Chen Yu's forehead, wondering if it would be useful.

It seemed that there was only so much she could do.

Seeing that his lips were chapped a bit, he poured out some of the spiritual spring water in the kettle and fed it to Chen Yu bit by bit.

Chen Yu was almost in a coma, but when the Lingquan water reached his lips, he swallowed involuntarily.

it works!

Feng Jin regained her energy and immediately started feeding again.

"vomit--"

Chen Yu opened his eyes suddenly and retched.

The symptoms after the plague infection were vomiting and diarrhea. There was no debris in his stomach, so he could only retch.

This is already the last symptom. I vomit whatever I eat until it dies.

"go back!"

As soon as Chen Yu opened his eyes, he felt someone patting him on the back.

A faint fragrance filled the tip of his nose, and he immediately realized that it was Fengjin.

He hurriedly broke away from Fengjin's hand and gave Fengjin a push.

"It's okay! My dad has already developed the antidote! You'll be fine tomorrow!"

Feng Jin doesn't know if the medicine is useful, but now all hope seems to be only ciprofloxacin and the medicinal materials in space.

"……go back!"

Chen Yu's words were almost breathless, his voice was weak, and his face was as white as a piece of paper.

"Drink water, drink water first!"

Feng Jin grabbed the hand that had been pushing her, pressed it on the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed, and simply put the water bottle by Chen Yu's lips.

Fengjin's strength is inherently strong. Under normal circumstances, Chen Yu might not be able to twist Fengjin, let alone the half-dead Fengjin.

The body taller than Fengjin was firmly imprisoned in Fengjin's arms, like a small bird.

I want to break free, but I can't.

Every time she broke free, Feng Jin pinched Chen Yu again.

In the end, Chen Yu could only drink water honestly, and silently moved away from the hand that pinched him.

In a trance, he actually imagined what happened next.

The scene where he and his daughter or son are disciplined by his wife.

Unconsciously, I drank more spiritual spring water.

"How about it, is it better after drinking?"

Feng Jin saw that Chen Yu had taken several sips, and quickly asked him how he felt.

I wish that Lingquan water was a panacea, which could immediately make Chen Yu recover from his illness and drive away all the plagues.

"Better."

Chen Yu swallowed another sip of spiritual spring water with difficulty, afraid that Feng Jin would be worried, so he just said it was better.

Feng Jin and Chen Yu's eyes collided, they didn't say anything, but they both felt the unspoken emotion hidden in their eyes.

When the two of them chatted, they didn't express their affection many times, and they had a tacit understanding in their normal relationship.

It is a part of the other party, needless to say, the love is there, and no one can deny it.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, you've become much haggard."

Feng Jin said softly.

With a hint of dependence in his tone, he unconsciously took Chen Yu's hand.

Chen Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say a few affectionate words, but couldn't help it once he spoke.

"vomit--"

Crash.

Chen Yu spit out the spiritual spring water that he drank.

Feng Jin didn't dislike it, and quickly helped to wipe it up. Chen Yu looked at Feng Jin who was tidying up for him, and his eyes deepened a lot.

"It seems that it is still useful. What you drink is better than what you spit out. Come on, drink some more!"

Feng Jin firmly believed that the spiritual spring water in her own space would be useful, and after Chen Yu recovered, she continued to let Chen Yu drink it.

Chen Yu also realized that what Fengjin drank for himself was the spring water in the space, and the taste was much sweeter than ordinary mountain springs.

Knowing that it is for my own good, even though I have difficulty swallowing, I am still trying to drink water.

Vomit after drinking, drink again after vomiting.

Toss back and forth.

Chen Yu didn't know how many times he drank, nor how many times he vomited.

But he could also clearly feel that his strength seemed to have recovered a little.

"Come on, drink the medicine!"

Mr. Feng cheerfully ran over with a bowl of medicine, which was the medicine soup he had just brewed together with Feng Minsheng.

It took half an hour before he could barely understand what Feng Minsheng meant by extraction.

He is very interested in this, and also wants to know whether the extracted medicine can be more effective than the original plant medicine itself.

The black medicinal soup swayed back and forth in the bowl, and Old Man Feng's dirty fingers were inserted into the bowl.

Let the dark medicine be sublimated.

The corner of Chen Yu's mouth twitched undetectably, "I will drink later."

Even if he was climbing, he wanted to get up and do it by himself.

Return the medicine king!

Too bad!

"Come on! Drink it while it's hot!"

Old Man Feng found his hands hot, so he changed his hand, and by the way, used the other hand to upgrade the drug soup.

"Drink it quickly! This is my exclusive secret recipe, it should be able to solve the problem of the proliferation of germs in your stomach!"

Feng Minsheng said.

"Come on, I'll feed you."

Feng Jin directly took the medicinal soup sublimated by old man Feng, and fed it to Chen Yu with a spoon.

He looked at Chen Yu expectantly.