Fairy Bone Order

Xie Yuci stretched out an arm, gently lifted Zhuo Qingtan up, and leaned on his left shoulder.

Then put one arm around her back, and then took the medicine bowl Wan Qing handed over, and picked up the medicine spoon placed in the medicine bowl with the other hand.

Xie Yuci tried to feed her medicine.

But for some reason, Zhuo Qingtan's lips were still pressed tightly even when he was asleep.

Even though he forcibly fed the soup into her mouth with a medicine spoon, she still couldn't swallow it on her own.The soup will flow down from her chin again, and even wet the front of her chest a little.

Seeing this, Xie Yuci couldn't help but pause slightly, his fingers unconsciously stiffened for a moment.

He suddenly shifted his gaze away, frowned and called out in a deep voice: "Miss Zhuo, wake up, drink the medicine before going back to sleep. Miss Zhuo?"

He called many times in her ear, but there was no response.

Xie Yuci was silent for a moment, and suddenly said to Wan Qing in a low voice: "Wan Qing, you go and do your work first. Close the doors and windows tightly so that the cold wind will not come in again and blow the patient."

Wan Qing hesitated and asked: "Master, do you not need us to stay and take care of Immortal Zhuo?"

Xie Yuci shook his head lightly.

Wan Qing and Ling Rong looked at each other, they looked at each other, seeing Xie Yuci's persistent expression, Wan Qing stopped talking, and immediately pulled Ling Rong, who was still winking and not very happy, to retreat first.

Outside the door, Ling Rong's murmurs and complaints gradually faded away, seemingly stopped by Wan Qing's low voice.

After they left, Xie Yuci quietly looked down at the thin figure lying quietly on the bed.

Zhuo Qingtan's face was pale, with a sickly blush in the white.

Her lips were pale and chapped, like two broken petals that were about to wither.

He looked at her silently for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Xie Yuci turned his head suddenly, lowered his head and took a big gulp of the bowl of soup for treating wind and cold.

Then he lowered his head, faced Zhuo Qingtan's slightly dry lips, and fed the decoction bit by bit.

Zhuo Qingtan's lips were chapped and pale, perhaps because her body temperature was very high at this time, so they were warm to the touch, but surprisingly soft.

Xie Yuci smiled lightly in his heart.

It's a pity. This person's heart is as hard as iron and cannot be transferred. It is half different from the temperature on her lips.

Just like this, mouthful after mouthful, the bowl of soup and medicine was drained very quickly.

He helped Zhuo Qingtan lie down again, and then covered her tightly with the quilt.

At this time, four exquisite bronze braziers were placed in the room, and the temperature was already very warm.

But maybe because Zhuo Qingtan was too weak, even though she was covered with a thick quilt and had so many braziers, she still didn't sweat.

Xie Yuci cast a spell and waved his hand, and two bronze braziers appeared beside the bed, and he stuffed two extremely warm Tang Pozi, who were kept warm with magic utensils, under the quilt and under her feet.

After finishing these, he lightly touched Zhuo Qingtan's instep under the quilt, and couldn't help frowning.

Why is she not sweating even though her body temperature is so hot?

Could it be that the medicinal effects of ordinary herbs in the world are limited, and the time has not yet come?
Therefore, Xie Yuci cast a spell to transmit sound to Wanqing, and ordered her to continue cooking another bowl of medicine for later use.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Qingtan, who was motionless on the bed, finally seemed to have a reaction.

She began to sweat gradually, and began to feel the heat.

Not only did her forehead start to drip slightly with sweat, she also stretched out a hand from under the heavy quilt.

With a "gudong", a copper Tang Pozi in a quilt fell to the floor.

Xie Yuci glanced at her, then slowly leaned down, raised his hand to press the corner of the quilt kicked up by her, and said calmly, "Don't move."

Zhuo Qingtan opened his eyes slightly to look at him vaguely, as if he was still in a dream, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

Then, she murmured softly: "Xie Yuci, why are you here?"

Seeing that she finally woke up, Xie Yuci breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled lightly, and asked her back: "Why, Miss Zhuo is sick and confused? This is my house, where should I be if I'm not here?"

Zhuo Qingtan let out a soft "ah" in a puzzled tone.

She was slightly taken aback, and her scattered thoughts slowly returned like a tide.

She slowly turned her gaze away from Xie Yuci's, then turned her eyes to look at the bed curtain above her head, and finally gradually regained her consciousness.

Zhuo Qingtan's voice was slightly hoarse due to illness.

"I'm really confused, what's wrong with me?"

Xie Yuci stuffed her hand on the quilt into the quilt again, and then said in an ordinary tone:
"Miss Zhuo caught a cold, it's Xie's fault, I shouldn't have dragged you to drink last night."

Trapped in the quilt, Zhuo Qingtan seemed a little uncomfortable. She frowned and said softly, "It's so hot."

"It's good to feel hot."

He raised his hand sullenly to stop her movement.

"Although your temperature was high just now, you have been shivering all the time. Now you can know the heat and start sweating, so you can get better quickly. Don't pull the quilt away, you will sweat."

Zhuo Qingtan's forehead had already begun to slowly emit fine beads of sweat, and because of her fever, her breathing was a little short.

However, hearing what Xie Yuci said at this time, it was hard for her to break free.

Zhuo Qingtan tilted his head slightly, and when he saw that the room was full of six bronze braziers, he still looked at Xie Yuci who was sitting beside her in surprise.

Then, she said with a complicated expression: "Mr. Xie, aren't you hot?"

Thank you for saying goodbye.

How could he not be hot?

In the room earlier, he felt that his underwear seemed to be wet.

Later, remembering that I had recovered part of my divine power, I used my divine power to resist part of the heat wave in the room, and then slowly reduced the feeling of dryness and heat.

Come to think of it, he is the only person in the world who wastes magic power to lower the body temperature.

But Xie Yuci didn't show anything on his face, instead he looked calm and breezy.

"not hot."

Zhuo Qingtan was slightly taken aback, and then looked at him thoughtfully for a moment.

She seemed to want to say something, but stopped talking.

Xie Yuci frowned slightly, and looked at her calmly.

"What? If Ms. Zhuo has something to say, it's okay."

Zhuo Qingtan seemed to feel a little embarrassed.

She glanced at Xie Yuci, cleared her throat, and finally said slowly: "Actually, this is the case. I also know a little bit about Qihuang."

Xie Yuci tilted his head slightly, and frowned in confusion: "So?"

Zhuo Qingtan's face was pale, but his expression was very sincere and serious.

"So, since Mr. Xie has not been infected with wind and cold, but is so afraid of cold and heat, he may also have some physical weakness or other hidden diseases. If you feel unwell, you should go to the doctor early for recuperation."

In an instant, the room was cold and quiet.