After Zhao Xiheng discovered this, she quickly called for a doctor.

Wei Li felt hotter than usual, and his originally pale cheeks turned rosy. He huddled under the covers, looking pitiful. Such a tall man, now curled up in a ball.

Zhao Xiheng reached out and touched his forehead, then recoiled from the heat. Oh no, it's so hot! What if he gets burned?

Chen Ruojiang came over to take a look and reassured Zhao Xiheng, "My lord will be fine. His fever will definitely break this afternoon."

Zhao Xiheng glanced at him and said, "Do you want to go with him? Your lord values ​​you so much, you should share the good times and the bad."

Chen Ruojiang quickly shut his mouth. He suddenly realized that he was no longer facing the princess who had been kidnapped and sent to marry him, but Wei Li's wife, who was so angry that she was about to throw him out.

However, after Chen Ruojiang said that, Zhao Xiheng was somewhat relieved. Last time he was so badly injured, but he was back to his old self in just two days. He only had a fever, so he was definitely fine.

Wei Li has a tough life.

She washed the handkerchief with ice water and stuck it on his forehead.

Although Wei Li was still unconscious, he was not well-behaved at all, shaking the handkerchief off over and over again.

Zhao Xiheng tried to put it down several times, but he kept rubbing it off.

She was so angry she wanted to slap him, but remembering he was sick, she simply put the handkerchief back on his forehead and snapped at him, "Don't turn over, you hear me! If you take it off again, I'll hit you!"

Wei Li, of course, didn't hear her. In fact, she arrogantly turned over again right after she finished speaking, and the handkerchief fell off again.

Zhao Xiheng was so angry that she lightly slapped his arm, the force like a cat scratching him, and pressed the freshly washed handkerchief on his head. Knowing it was useless, she still threatened, "You're not allowed to turn over!"

The doctor from the foot of the mountain was brought up tremblingly to take Wei Li's pulse, and finally wrote a prescription and asked someone to prepare the medicine.

He had already planned to go down the mountain, but Zhao Xiheng stopped him, saying, "Please stay here for now, sir. You can go down the mountain after the lord's fever subsides. The medical fee will be settled according to the time."

The doctor was respectfully invited down for tea.

Xie Qingyu heard a great commotion next door and sent someone to inquire. The message that came back was that the lord had caught a cold and developed a fever last night, and the lady had summoned a doctor.

He sighed, feeling a pang of sadness; Ah-Dan clearly valued Wei-Li highly.

The handkerchief had been on his face for almost half an hour, but when Zhao Xiheng pressed the back of her hand against his cheek, it was still burning hot, having no effect whatsoever.

She had a gut feeling that this illness was severe and not good.

Wei Li woke up once in the middle of the night, looking around helplessly with teary eyes. He looked a little dazed and seemed very young. Zhao Xiheng couldn't stand this pitiful yet adorable look the most. She immediately felt like she had been shot in the heart, and her temper became incredibly soft.

Then I patted his head and said, "Sweetie, go to sleep."

Gou Dan'er was licking its fur when it heard Zhao Xiheng call "Guai Guai" and instinctively sat up and meowed at her, thinking she was calling it. Then it hopped over.

Wei Li suddenly grabbed Gou Dan'er's paw, closed her eyes, and called out softly and weakly, "Zhao Xiheng, Adan..."

Dog Egg's fur stood on end.

Zhao Xiheng quickly shoved her hand over, saying, "I'm here."

"Get out of my way!" Even though Wei Li had a fever, he was still fierce. He pushed Zhao Xiheng away and continued to hold Gou Dan'er's paw and call Zhao Xiheng's name.

Zhao Xiheng frowned, her brows furrowing. What happened? Had she really gone mad from the fever?

Oh no, what if Wei Li really goes crazy from the fever?

Gou Dan'er tried to break free from Wei Li's grasp. Wei Li curled up, and suddenly tears streamed down her face. "A Dan, are you leaving?"

Zhao Xiheng quickly pressed down on Gou Dan'er's head to stop it from moving, "Be a little sad..."

"Let me massage your father for a while; it's rare for him to like you so much."

Dog Egg's eyes were brimming with tears.

"If you dare to leave, I'll strangle you," Wei Li added in a murmur.

Zhao Xiheng expressionlessly rescued Gou Dan'er from Wei Li's grasp, "Go play, sweetie, don't mind your daddy."

She asked the maid, "Is the medicine ready?"

If Wei Li doesn't take the medicine soon, he's beyond saving.

"Alright, alright." The maid rushed in from the small kitchen with a bowl of medicine and handed it to Zhao Xiheng.

"Get up and drink your medicine," Zhao Xiheng said coldly to Wei Li while he was awake.

Wei Li, still dazed and confused, hid himself under the covers and refused to come out.

"Drink your medicine!" Zhao Xiheng threw off the covers.

"I won't drink it," Wei Li continued to shrink back.

"You have to get up and drink it whether you want to or not!" She put the medicine aside, grabbed Wei Li's hand, and dragged him out. "You'll only get better if you drink it."

Wei Li remained unmoved, his lips pressed tightly together.

"I'm leaving if you don't take your medicine."

"Go if you want, who do you think you are?" Wei Li retorted, but his voice was weak and feeble.

Zhao Xiheng was furious. Wei Li's fever was like a relapse of the past two weeks. He was so infuriating that everything he said was infuriating. It was much easier to deal with Wei Li's coldness these past few days.

She slammed the medicine bowl down on the small table. "I am Zhao Xiheng. Who do you think I am?"

After a while, the person in the blanket stirred, crawled out, and revealed a messy head. "Drink."

Zhao Xiheng felt a pang of sadness and a tightness in her chest. She didn't want her to leave, so why was he still arguing with her every day, and now he was even being cold to her? Wei Li was just crazy.

She handed him the medicine bowl, but Wei Li was still lying in bed, unable to get up. Zhao Xiheng helped him up, and he looked at her with teary eyes and his lips tightly pressed together.

"Didn't you say you wanted a drink?"

"bitter."

Zhao Xiheng's hand trembled, and she almost burst out laughing. Wei Li was afraid of bitterness, hahahahahahahahahahaha!

"It's not bitter, it's okay." She blushed as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Wei Li tilted his head back and drank it, then spat out almost half of it. Zhao Xiheng quickly stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth to help him spit it out.

Zhao Xiheng could tell that he was genuinely afraid of taking medicine.

The snow-white undergarment was stained with medicine, and had a bitter, foul smell.

Zhao Xiheng didn't change his bowl, but handed it to him, saying, "Brew another bowl."

I only drank half of the medicine, so it didn't work at all.

When people are sick, they become delirious and prone to acting spoiled. Wei Li was no exception. He was already weak, and now he simply collapsed into Zhao Xiheng's arms, burying his head in her chest, clutching her clothes, and whispering like a child, "I don't want to drink."

Zhao Xiheng stuffed another piece of candied fruit into his mouth, "Drink it, and Zhao Xiheng won't leave after you drink it."

Wei Li chewed the dried fruit in silence, but couldn't swallow it after chewing for a long time. Now it was Zhao Xiheng's turn to pinch his chin.

What's wrong with you?

"I can't bite it."

Wei Li was so feverish that he felt weak all over and even had trouble eating a bite of tofu.

Hahahaha, Zhao Xiheng rubbed her face to suppress her laughter. Although it was very funny, she couldn't laugh.

Wei Li is already in such a miserable state, if she keeps laughing, wouldn't she be acting like a monster?

But, "Hahahahahaha" is really funny.

She laughed as she held a handkerchief to his chin, saying, "Spit it out."

Wei Li obediently spat it out, and Zhao Xiheng gave him a piece of maltose.

He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep again.

Wei Li, who had a fever, was easy to coax. Zhao Xiheng gave him two more pieces of candy and coaxed him to drink another bowl of medicine. Although he still vomited half and swallowed the other half, at least he managed to make up a bowl twice.

He fell asleep with candy in his mouth.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xiheng touched his forehead and found that his fever had not subsided at all.

"Call the doctor, quickly."

Wei Li gripped the hem of her clothes, his brows furrowed tightly, looking very uncomfortable, but he didn't utter a sound.

The doctor meant that once a person who doesn't like illness starts to get sick, it comes on very aggressively. It seems that they can't just take medicine; they also need acupuncture. But they definitely won't die. They should be careful not to burn their brains out.

Wei Li's brain was already not very good; if it gets damaged by the fever, he'll be completely finished.

Zhao Xiheng still depends on Wei Li for food, and she can't wait for him to get better.

Chen Ruojiang did not expect Wei Li to be so ill this time. Wei Li had only been working hard for a short time and his peaceful life had not lasted long. He did not want to rely on others, so he squatted in the side hall for a whole day.

After being given medicine and needles, Wei Li's fever finally subsided by the next morning. Zhao Xiheng leaned against the wall, propped her elbows on her head, and drifted off to sleep.

Wei Li held onto her hand tightly, as if only by holding her hand like this could he feel safe and make sure Zhao Xiheng wouldn't run away.

“Madam, when I escorted the physician down the mountain, I saw people crying down there. After inquiring, I learned that the lord had led men to demolish a temple in the east of Buxian City a few days ago, smashing the Buddha statues and Guanyin statues. That temple was always very popular, so the people were quite resentful.”

In times of war and turmoil, everyone needs to seek a faith in order to live in peace of mind, which is why Buddhism and Taoism have become increasingly popular in recent years.

Both Buddhism and Taoism teach that suffering is for a better next life. If this life is already difficult enough, and there is no next life to comfort us, then life will be even more unbearable.

Zhao Xiheng slowly woke up, pinched her brow, and wondered what had Wei Li gone mad about again? Why was he tearing down a temple for no reason? What had Buddha done to him?

Although she doesn't believe in this stuff, she won't stop others from believing; everyone needs some kind of faith or pursuit in life.

“Deputy General Chen, I’ll give you some money. Go down the mountain and rebuild the temple.” Zhao Xiheng ordered someone to open the storeroom. “Then you can lead people to make donations in the city for half a month.”

She then instructed the maid beside her in a low voice, "Please go down the mountain again and ask the doctor if adding Coptis chinensis to the medicine will interfere with its efficacy."

The maid glanced at Wei Li lying on the bed, then agreed.

After everyone left, Zhao Xiheng slapped Wei Li's hand and scolded him, "Don't you know how much you owe us? You demolished someone's temple! Now you have to pay for its reconstruction yourself."

Wei Li was still half asleep and showed no reaction.

Zhao Xiheng could tell that Wei Li had been in a bad mood for the past month, but she didn't know why.

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The decoction with Coptis chinensis was not given to him for the time being. He was unconscious, and his stomach was not in good condition due to not eating for a long time. Vomiting too often would be harmful. Zhao Xiheng planned to add Coptis chinensis to his medicine after he woke up.

When Wei Li fully regained consciousness, it was already completely dark. He had a candy in his mouth, which tasted incredibly sweet.