Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Wilson sat on the chair between the two beds, took over Jing Jiaren's work, and wiped the soles of Ximen Longting's feet with alcohol.

Seeing such a situation, he could only sigh silently.

Jing Jiaren's tears flowed more and more, and Leng Lintian wiped it, half leaning his body.

Suddenly, Jing Jiaren opened her eyes misty, grabbed his clothes abruptly, and threw them into his arms.

"Ximen Longting, I thought you would never wake up again."

She was a little dazed.

Leng Lintian pressed his hands on both sides of the bed, biting his lips in pain.

"Ximen Longting...I'm in so much pain."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Chest," Jing Jiaren sobbed vigorously, "I only need to think...you will leave...scared, this is the first time I'm so scared..."

Leng Lintian's chest was shaking, and he really wanted to shake her off, or shake her awake, so that she could see clearly who he was!

"I'm scared every time your high fever rises...I'm scared when you don't eat...I'm scared when your breathing is weak...I'm even more scared when you're cramping in pain..."

She hugged him tightly, talking in a dazed voice.

But every sentence, every word hit Leng Lintian's heart.

He clasped her hands tightly, wondering if she was awake at all, and it was just saying these words that made him sad.

Otherwise, how could she speak so clearly?

"Ximen Longting..." Jing Jiaren's tears were buried on his shirt, soaking him.

Leng Lintian's figure was trembling heavily, and it took a long time before he pulled her hand away and helped her back on the bed.

Jing Jiaren resisted and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Leng Lintian withdrew her hand forcefully, and left the ward quietly...

In the morning, Jing Jiaren tossed and turned over, and woke up from the doctor's conversation.

"Young master's situation is not optimistic."

"His wound was infected all the time, the best medicine was used, everything was tried."

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and a doctor came in with a small medicine bottle: "That dagger has scorpion poison, which is the biggest cause of his fever."

"Scorpion poison?"

"I used the young master's blood to conduct a laboratory test, and it was scorpion poison... It's just that these scorpions are artificially bred, and the toxicity is concealed..."

Jing Jiaren pressed her head and sat up in a drowsy state: "Then is there any way to detoxify?"

When several doctors noticed that she was awake, they all looked back at her.

"Miss Jing, don't worry, the scorpion venom only makes it difficult to heal the wound and worsens the infection, but it has no other harm."

"But Ximen Longting has a high fever because of these scorpion poisons, and his life will be in danger soon!"

Several doctors looked at each other, unable to answer.

"What can be used to detoxify the scorpion?" Jing Jiaren asked loudly.

"In fact, when the young master was first sent to the hospital, he had already been detoxified from the scorpion poison." Wilson replied hesitantly.

"Then why does he still have a fever?"

"The residue that cannot be removed..." Wilson's eyes wandered, "Young master's condition deteriorates too fast, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days, there is only one way now."

"What way?" Jing Jiaren's empty eyes lit up, and her heartbeat slowed down a few beats.

As long as it can save Ximen Longting, let her do anything.

"Ask Master Leng for help."

Jing Jiaren sat back on the bed after she had just stood up, her big eyes were swollen, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Please?"

"Young Master Leng is a master at using poison... You can tell that Young Master has been poisoned by a scorpion just by looking at it, and he is also responsible for asking the doctor to detoxify you."

No wonder, Leng Lintian said those words yesterday.