The voice of the mirror in my head sounded excited, but not hoarse.

"So it was you who called me."

Zhao Jun responded in his mind, he had originally dreamed that he had returned to the modern era.

I was just waving my hands with money to buy a house when I was woken up.

It turned out to be you, disturbing my sweet dream.

"Oh, forget about that for now. I don't know if you can go back after you die, but you are still alive and in Qin. If you don't wake up, you will die soon."

Jingzi briefly repeated to her her current high fever.

"So I didn't die, Ying Zheng came, but now I'm about to burn to death?"

Zhao Jun listened to everything carefully and felt deeply moved.

It’s better to die by being buried alive. Look, this buys us some time!

"Okay, stop thinking about all that shit and save yourself."

The mirror was so anxious. It was such a late hour and he was still joking.

"Oh, yes, yes, you open the world line cleanly. I'm going to go find the old man to exchange some antipyretic medicine. He won't be here this time, right?"

The mirror ignored her, it was opening a connection to the world.

After a while, a sound finally came from the other side.

But it was not the old man's voice, but that of a young woman.

"Hello, is there anything wrong? Grandpa is away for the past two days. He gave me his things. If there is anything you need, please tell me."

A woman's calm voice came, like the old man's granddaughter.

"Yes, I do have something urgent to do right now, so I won't talk to you for now. Please give me a box of fever-reducing medicine as soon as possible, thank you. I want the most effective kind, as soon as possible."

Zhao Jun's voice was very weak, and one could tell from the sound that she was in a very bad condition.