The little doctor in the farmhouse: the sweet pet of the general

Chapter 9
Jiang Beibei suppressed the shock in her heart, and shouted repeatedly: "Come on! Ning Xicheng is here!"

A group of strong men rushed over upon hearing the sound, and hurriedly carried him back.

Looking at Ning Xicheng who was surrounded by several people, Jiang Beibei pushed back to boil some hot water, then turned and went into the stove.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she had a thought, and used the opportunity she had just obtained to get the medicine to enter the space again.

Jiang Beibei went to the medicine field to get some herbs to stop bleeding and detoxify, made a decoction and got out of the space.

Xia Dashan was anxious, watching the little daughter-in-law that the general was looking for here tremblingly brought over a bowl of medicinal soup.

"This strong man, I have made some medicinal soup with mountain recipes, which can invigorate Qi and blood."

Xia Dashan took the bowl suspiciously, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the herbal medicine, and then nodded: "Our brother still has something to do, so I will leave it to you, brother."

After finishing speaking, he winked at his subordinates, and a group of big men left the house in an orderly manner.

Jiang Beibei glanced at the person guarding the door, and carefully scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon.

There are too many secrets about Ning Xicheng, but Jiang Beibei doesn't want to cause trouble. This man treats her well, so she won't ask too many questions.

Ning Xicheng's pale-faced thin lips were tightly closed, and the medicinal juice dripped down the corners of his lips, dripping onto the blood-stained clothes.

Jiang Beibei frowned slightly, and quickly wiped him off with a cloth towel.

The slender fingertips slid across the soft lips, and Ning Xicheng's bony fingertips trembled indiscernibly.

After feeding all the remaining concoction into his mouth, Jiang Beibei noticed that Ning Xicheng was still wearing rain-wet clothes.

Unbuttoning the fastened placket revealed a strong bronze chest.

The firm and elastic touch of his hands made Jiang Beibei's face flushed and his heart beating. He quickly looked at his nose, nose and heart, and quickly pasted the wound on his body with herbs to stop bleeding, and carefully bandaged it.

After doing everything well, Jiang Beibei stood up and patted her hot cheeks with cold water, only then did she feel the temperature drop a little.

"Really, it's not like I haven't seen a patient before, why are you blushing!"

Jiang Beibei muttered something, packed herself up, and went back to the room lightly.

Ning Xicheng, who was pale just now, now had an unnatural blush on his face.

Jiang Beibei was startled, and hastily stretched out her hand to touch a hot forehead.

Oops, it's a fever.

Jiang Beibei frowned, and hurriedly asked the guards at the door to fetch some well water, soaked a towel and put a cold compress on the man's forehead.

The towel became warm quickly, and Jiang Beibei took the trouble to change it again and again.

Half asleep and half awake, Ning Xicheng only felt a pair of soft little hands gliding across his forehead.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes opened slightly, and a pair of bright and clear pupils came into view.

Ginger Beibei?
Ning Xicheng looked at the whiteness on the woman's fingertips as she twisted the towel as hard as she could, and some strange emotions surged in her heart.

The corners of his dry lips curled into an indiscernible arc, and Ning Xicheng closed his eyes again.

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the sunlight hit the window, Ning Xicheng opened his eyes.

Subconsciously moving his muscles and bones, he was surprised to find that the wound he was injured yesterday had already healed under the protection of herbs.

And... the long-rooted poison in his body has also faintly loosened.

Ning Xicheng hid the astonishment in his eyes, and looked at the sleeping woman lying beside the bed.

Jiang Beibei's eyes were dark, which was particularly glaring on her fair skin.

She was already weak and pale, and now she is even more bloodless. If it weren't for the warmth of her hand, he would have thought that she had also been assassinated yesterday.

She nursed him most of the night.

(End of this chapter)