Jiang Nian changed his clothes and went downstairs. Song Yanbai was guarding Song Yanci.

The patient has already taken the medicine and appears to be fine.

Song Yanbai didn't quite understand this, but he could tell that Jiang Nian must be very tired.

"How about you go and rest first, I'll watch here and call you if there's anything?"

"It's okay, I'm fine. By the way, is there any food? I'm a little hungry." Jiang Nian said this deliberately.

"Yes, I have some noodles for you. I'll make it. Please wait for a moment."

"Um."

After Song Yanbai left, Jiang Nian began to put his palm on Song Yanci's chest and use his internal energy to stimulate the effect of the medicine.

When Song Yanbai came back, she had already stopped.

But it was obvious that his lips were pale and his face was covered with sweat.

"Are you okay?"

He subconsciously thought that this was a sign that Jiang Nian was sick, so he quickly put the noodles in his hand on the table, walked in front of her, raised his hand, and placed his palm on her forehead.

His palms were rough, and they were hot from the bowl of noodles, and slightly sweaty.

As he approached, a strong masculine scent enveloped her entire body, and even the air around them became a little warmer.

Jiang Nian quickly stepped back, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Why does he, who looked quite dignified, look so stupid now?

Even if she really had a fever, he couldn't feel it with his hands so hot.

Song Yanbai also realized how inappropriate his actions were, but at that moment, he was just too anxious and his thoughts were completely unable to keep up with his actions.

When Jiang Nian stepped back at this moment, he realized something was wrong.

He awkwardly put his hands behind his back, clenching his fingers tightly. The soft and sweaty touch seemed to still remain on his palms, which made him despise himself in his heart.

Dr. Jiang came all the way here to help him, but he actually had improper thoughts about her. It was really wrong.

"Sorry, I was too nervous." Song Yanbai quickly turned around and brought the noodles over. "My cooking skills are not very good. You can try it first. If it doesn't work, let my aunt get up and make you another bowl."

Although he can cook, he usually just makes do when he's alone. The soup for his noodles is watery, and he accidentally overcooks the eggs.

Jiang Nian's lifestyle was obviously more refined, and he didn't know if the noodles he cooked would suit her taste.

"Thank you, it looks good. Let me try it." Jiang Nian didn't really dislike it. After taking a bite, the taste was indeed not very good, but it was not very bad either.

Anyway, living in this era, as long as you can have enough to eat, don’t have too high demands.

"Not bad." She said against her will.

Song Yanbai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning back to look at Song Yanci lying on the bed, he felt that his complexion seemed to have changed in the short time he was away. His lips, which had turned pale due to lying down for a long time, now looked a little darker.

He turned around to look at Jiang Nian and asked with doubt, "Does my brother look a little unwell?"

Just like the poisoned look described by the storyteller.

Jiang Nian walked over with a bowl of noodles and said, "Fortunately, the medicine I took is taking effect. Don't worry, I will take care of it."

She didn't know what Song Yanbai was thinking, otherwise she would definitely tell him that this was the appearance of being poisoned.

Because mild medicine has been used for half a month, and it is not completely ineffective, but the effect is not significant, so we have no choice but to try strong medicine. She had said that a long time ago.

Of course, she did not explain that this strong medicine actually meant poison.

In fact, most herbs contain trace amounts of toxins. Whether they are medicine or poison depends on how the user uses them.