"What is that in your hand? What are you planning to do with him?"

After taking a look at Zuo An, who was leaning against the head of the bed with a listless look on his face, Bu Youran, dressed in black, tightened his grip on Hua Qingcheng's neck slightly, and looked at Hua Qingcheng with eyes filled with coldness.

"Medicine... He... He is sick..."

Hua Qingcheng, whose neck was being strangled, struggled to explain. The woman in black before her was truly terrifying. She only realized her presence after she had entered the house and was strangling her.

"Are you sick?"

"How is this possible?"

"Zuo An has never been sick since he was three years old. How could he be sick?"

When Bu Youran heard this, her face was full of disbelief, but her control over Hua Qingcheng had loosened a little.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

"This lady, she..."

"Who are you calling auntie?" Bu Youran glared at Hua Qingcheng unhappily.

"No, Auntie, people eat all kinds of grains, so how can they not get sick occasionally?"

Hua Qingcheng endured the speechless thoughts of ten thousand alpacas running through her mind. While explaining, she quietly took out the tranquilizer gun from the space and held it in her hand, ready to wait for an opportunity to act.

Bu Youran: ...

"Look, Zuo'an's face is abnormally red, and his body is very hot. It's obvious that he has a fever! If you don't believe me, touch his head and neck." Hua Qingcheng continued.

When Bu Youran heard this, a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, and then she stepped forward and touched Zuo An's forehead, which was indeed frighteningly hot.

"How can a person not get sick? Either Zuo An has such a good physique and has never been sick before, so he is getting so sick now that he is sick for the first time. Or you don't care enough about him and don't even know whether he is sick or not." Hua Qingcheng looked at Bu Youran with a hint of blame in her eyes.

"So what should we do now?"

Bu Youran recalled that when Zuo An was young, he was either in training or on his way to training. She didn't take care of this son personally, so she really didn't know whether Zuo An had ever been sick.

"Of course we have to reduce his fever first. If we let him continue to have a fever, I'm afraid his brain will be burned out. Besides, wasn't I just about to feed him the antipyretic medicine? If you hadn't stopped me, the fever might have gone down. How can you be someone's grandmother?" Hua Qingcheng glanced at Bu Youran speechlessly.

Bu Youran: ...

"Little thing! I'm not his aunt, nor his great-aunt, nor his grandmother, but his mother!" Bu Youran said gritting her teeth.

"Mother? Are you his mother?"

Hua Qingcheng looked at Zuo An and Bu Youran in confusion. She couldn't believe that such a handsome boy like Zuo An was born to this woman who looked to be over sixty years old.

"Hmph! Put away your inquiring gaze. I haven't even reached forty yet. My current aged appearance is only temporary. It's just that I've wasted some of my energy practicing martial arts. I'll naturally become more beautiful day by day."

Bu Youran caressed her face lovingly. Although she was a woman from a country where women were respected, she didn't care about her appearance. How could she really practice martial arts that could ruin her appearance?

"Okay, Zuo'an's mother, no, Zuo'an's mother, can I feed him the medicine now? If you delay any longer, your smart son will be gone. If you are lucky, he will just become an idiot who can't take care of himself. If you are unlucky, I'm afraid he will..." Hua Qingcheng raised the cup of fever-reducing medicine in her hand.

"Shut up! Take a sip and let me see!" Bu Youran looked at the cup in Hua Qingcheng's right hand with full vigilance.

"There's only so much potion here. If I drink some of it, what if it's not effective enough later?" Hua Qingcheng took a small sip in front of Bu Youran, and licked the potion that touched her lips into her mouth with her tongue.

"See, it's not poisonous! If we don't reduce his fever, it will be too late soon!" Hua Qingcheng looked at Zuo An's increasingly flushed face and increasingly blurred eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Then hurry up!" Bu Youran snorted coldly, and then withdrew his right hand that was stuck on Hua Qingcheng's neck.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

Okay, you're right! So you're responsible for wasting time saving people?

“Wait!”

"What is that thing you are holding in your left hand?"

Hua Qingcheng sat at the head of the bed and was about to put the anesthetic gun in her arms, but was stopped by Bu Youran.

"You mean this?"

Hua Qingcheng hooked the tranquilizer gun on her index finger and twirled it. Then, an idea struck her: "This is something Zuo An made. He gave it to me. I don't know what it is. Why don't you wait until Zuo An wakes up and ask him? Right now, saving people is the most important thing."

"Then why don't you hurry up!" Bu Youran urged.

Thinking of his son's obsession with various weapons, Bu Youran didn't doubt Hua Qingcheng's words. However, if Zuo An was giving something to someone else, that would be strange. With Zuo An's stinginess, this might be a bit difficult, unless...

Bu Youran cast his gaze upon Hua Qingcheng once again. This woman was a beauty so stunning, so stunning, could it be that his son had fallen for her? Otherwise, why would he be so opposed to marrying Lingxiao Palace's Young Palace Master, Chen Tangli, and why did he insist on staying in this remote corner?

In just a moment, Bu Youran's mind was already filled with complex thoughts. She looked at Hua Qingcheng with a questioning look. How could her son marry a peasant girl? This was simply outrageous...

Hua Qingcheng, who only wanted to save people and get away from this old woman, had no idea what Bu Youran was thinking. But she supported Zuo An again, pinched his mouth open, and poured the potion in the cup directly into him.

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