rich concubine

Chapter 118
Thanks to Jiang Shunxiao, at night, Rong Yi's fever came back and forth, and she vomited out everything she had eaten. The medicine she drank was in vain, and Fuling was so anxious that she didn't dare to leave even half a step away.

Rong Yi had a high fever, her face was flushed, and she was talking nonsense.

Fu Ling had no choice but to ask the doctor again. As soon as he walked to the door, he bumped into Jiang Shunxiao and said quickly: "Master."

"What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Fu Ling looked anxious: "Rong Yi has a high fever and she's still talking nonsense! This medicine doesn't work after drinking it, it's getting worse!"

Jiang Shunxiao frowned, his dark eyes solidified, and he entered the room without saying a word. As soon as he entered the room, he felt that it was not that warm. Such an environment was not conducive to recovery at all.

He strode closer to the bed, and saw that the person on the bed was frowning, his face was visibly red, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was due to a severe fever or some nightmare, and he was still talking. lies.

Jiang Shunxiao leaned down to touch her forehead, and it turned out that it was even hotter than in the morning.

"How did you take care of it?" Jiang Shunxiao lowered his eyes coldly and looked back at Fuling with an unhappy expression.

Fu Ling was so frightened that she couldn't say the whole thing: "This slave has never dared to leave even half a step! The medicine is tight and the quilt is...all tightly covered. How could...how could I have expected that Rong Yi's fever would be so severe!"

There was a chill in Jiang Shunxiao's pursed lips. He didn't want to say anything more, so he leaned down and hugged Rong Yi with the quilt.

It's not warm here and we can't let her stay here any longer.

Fu Ling hurriedly followed up: "Master, where are you taking Rong Yi?"

Jiang Shunxiao didn't answer, he just held Rong Yi with a sullen face and walked away quickly. The person in his arms was so light that he could raise it with one hand, and he could only hear the nonsense she spouted from time to time.

"I don't want to... don't want to..."

"...I'm not, not a bitch."

The more she listened, the darker Jiang Shunxiao's face became. Fu Ling almost jogged to keep up with him. She looked at Jiang Shunxiao's face with fear. The direction she was looking at now made her know that he was taking Rong Yi to the room where he was resting. I went there, feeling so shocked that I couldn't say a word for a long time. I just tucked Rong Yi into bed, fearing that she would be even more uncomfortable by the cold wind.

Soon, Jiang Shunxiao took Rong Yi back to his room. The furnishings in his room were simple and elegant, and it was many times warmer than the small room of Fuling and Rong Yi.

As soon as he entered the house, even Poria couldn't help but feel comfortable for a while.

Jiang Shunxiao put Rong Yi on his bed, and then told Fuling: "Go and prepare water."

Poria kept walking and turned around to fetch hot water.

After a while, everyone was on their backs, and they hurriedly settled Rong Yi. Fu Ling wiped the sweat off her body again and again, and brought a bowl of medicine. Rong Yi only drank half of it, and she was about to vomit it out again. , Jiang Shunxiao picked her up, sat on his lap, and gently stroked her back to calm her down. She seemed to know subconsciously that she couldn't vomit the medicine. The more she vomited, the more uncomfortable she became, and the more the disease would not be cured. She endured it. Didn't spit it out.

Poria breathed a sigh of relief and thought, the little ancestor finally drank it.

The next medicine was all Poria cocos. Jiang Shunxiao pinched her mouth and poured it in, and then gave her a smooth breath. She drank the bowl of medicine in a daze, while Rong Yi was still asleep.

Fu Ling was sweating all over herself. She put the empty bowl down and turned around to see her father holding Rong Yi in his arms. He wiped the concoction from her mouth before laying her down and tucking her into bed himself. The horns look like they are being cared for like treasures.

Fu Ling was a little moved, so she walked forward, blessed Jiang Shunxiao, and then plucked up the courage to say boldly: "Sir, Rong Yi is still young and a responsible girl. She hasn't figured out many things yet. Maybe You really scared her."

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(End of this chapter)