Chapter 239: Talking in Sleep

"I got caught on a thin wire while pruning the peach tree today. I didn't feel anything at first, but later I felt the pain." Wen Jiaer told her with all his strength.

"Stop talking. This is a combination of external and internal injuries. You need to rest well." An Yan said as she gestured for him to lie down and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

But Wen Jiaer coughed violently again, and coughed out another mouthful of blood. The wound on his neck also broke, and the blood flowed into his chest. Then he fainted.

"What's wrong with him? But I can be sure that he is not poisoned." Yan Qingqiu said from the side.

"This is an old illness." An Yan told him, and then asked him, "Why are you here too?"

"I'm here to see if anyone needs help. More people means more strength." Yan Qingqiu said as he took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to An Yan, saying, "Here, this can relieve the pain."

An Yan refused and said, "Keep it for yourself. He can't stand the side effects."

"Hey, it's been improved. At most, it will cause you to have two more dreams. It not only has a pain-relieving effect, but also has a restorative effect."

An Yan thought about it carefully and still didn't take it.

Li Rongsen felt the situation was very bad. He said, "Should we stop the bleeding first?"

"Can you lift his head slightly so I can bandage his wound first." After saying that, An Yan made some room and took out all the medicine and bandages from her bag.

Bai Shichen, who was standing by, was also very worried. He asked, "What do you need me for?"

"Bring some hot water and a clean towel. I want to help him wipe off the blood so that he won't feel uncomfortable." An Yan ordered him.

Bai Shichen nodded and hurried back to his room to get hot water and a towel, and also brought a bottle of alcohol.

An Yan first carefully treated the wound on his neck, then sprinkled medicine powder on it, and waited until it had completely penetrated before bandaging it with gauze.

Li Rongsen held Wen Jiaer's head with both hands and dared not move, so much so that his arms were a little numb, but he still supported himself.

Fortunately, An Yan said, "Okay, just put it down, it's okay."

Li Rongsen then carefully placed Wen Jiaer's head on the pillow and asked in a low voice, "How are you now?"

"His throat is inflamed, and there is pus and phlegm in it. It won't work to use a machine to suck it out in the hospital, as it will hurt his throat. I'm thinking of a way to use medicine to relieve it." An Yan said as she turned and went to the table to get a prescription.

"I'm going to Wancaotang to get some medicine." Li Rongsen said.

"You stay here, I'll do it." Yan Qingqiu hurriedly took over the work.

"You can't drive, so you stay and take care of it."

An Yan saw Li Rongsen about to rush out and called him to stop. She picked up an oil-paper umbrella leaning against the wall and said, "It's raining outside again. Please hold it open to avoid catching a cold."

Li Rongsen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took it and rushed into the rain.

An Yan was sitting beside Wen Jiaer's bed, watching him. Suddenly, she went to look for Yan Qingqiu and found him standing by the window. She stood up and walked over to him, saying, "Give me the medicine."

"You look down on me."

"Give it to me. Why are you angry with me for such a small thing?" An Yan spread out her hands and asked him for it.

Yan Qingqiu took it out and handed it to her palm, then said, "I feel that his illness is very unusual. It seems to be entangled with many obsessions. The fortune tellers in the East Palace all know that this is due to some obsession that he can't let go of, and he is unwilling to give up. It is an obsession that has been lingering for many lifetimes."

"I know." An Yan nodded.

"This is the real cause of the disease. Apart from himself, no one else can do anything about it." Yan Qingqiu told her seriously.

An Yan didn't say anything to him. She just poured out a pill, put it into a small bowl to dissolve it, and then fed it into his mouth spoonful by spoonful, and wiped the medicine that seeped from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Yan Qingqiu walked closer to take a look, and he found that An Yan was quite patient with him.

Bai Shichen came in with some snacks and said, "I just made something. You guys should have some. It's almost dawn."

An Yan looked at her watch and saw it was already seven o'clock. She said, "You go and do your thing. I'll be here."

"Okay, I'm relieved to have you here. I'll go to the fields first." Bai Shichen nodded and said, "My door is open. You can come over and rest anytime."

An Yan nodded and said to Yan Qingqiu, "Go to the front and sleep for a while. There's nothing to do here."

"No, I'll watch it with you."

"Go ahead. I see you've been yawning a lot. You won't have the energy to help when I really need you." An Yan motioned him to go quickly.

Yan Qingqiu felt that this was true, so he went forward.

But he came back a moment later, carrying a chair. He placed it beside the bed and said to An Yan, "Come, sit here. This bamboo chair is wide and comfortable."

An Yan nodded and said, "Okay, go back to sleep."

Only then did Yan Qingqiu leave.

The rain outside the window still hasn't stopped, and it's getting heavier and heavier.

Wen Jiaer's breathing was a little smoother at this moment, and his brows were no longer wrinkled. It should be that Yan Qingqiu's painkillers took effect, which made An Yan feel a little relieved. She looked at his wound again and found that there was no bleeding.

After a while, he began to talk nonsense. I heard him say, "You dog emperor, I must take your dog life today."

An Yan was shocked.

He added, "Ah Yan, if I can't see you in this life, I'll see you in the next." Then he sat up, waving his hands around as if trying to grab something, and said, "As long as I'm safe, I don't dare to have any other extravagant wishes."

"Jiaer." An Yan was not sure whether he was conscious or not, so she stopped his hands from moving around.

But Wen Jiaer held her hand tightly and said, "Ah Yan, I am going to die, but you must live well."

An Yan took a deep breath and saw him fall straight down again without any movement. However, he began to sweat, almost soaking his clothes.

She first unbuttoned his shirt, then wrung out the towel with hot water and wiped his sweat, her movements gentle and careful. She didn't notice Li Rongsen had returned with the medicine. Not only did he bring back a lot of herbs, he also brought her medicine cauldron and the medicine stove.

He stood at the door and did not go in immediately. It was the first time he saw An Yan treat a man so gently. He was afraid of waking him up or hurting him.

Why didn't she let Yan Qingqiu do these things? Wen Jiaer was a man after all.

An Yan felt the gaze and turned around to see that it was Li Rongsen who had returned. She quickly put down the handkerchief and went over to take the things from him, saying, "Why did you bring so much?"

"It's much easier than having to go back and forth again and again." Li Rongsen handed her the tripod and said, "This should be useful to you."

"Thanks for thinking of it." An Yan chuckled and placed the medicine cauldron on the table first.

Li Rongsen went to wash his hands first, then went to see Wang Jiaer. He found that he had been sweating profusely, so he said, "I'll wipe his sweat off. You can take a rest."

"I'll make medicine for him." An Yan said as she started to collect the herbs.

"Where is Yan Qingqiu? Why isn't he here?" Li Rongsen asked.

"I told him to go upstairs and sleep for a while. He kept snoring and looked listless," Anyan replied, glancing out the window and saying, "It's been raining all the time, and I always thought it was night."

Li Rongsen lowered his eyes to look at Wen Jiaer, and saw him suddenly grab his hand and say, "If I can't come back, you can live your own life, even if it means forgetting me."

What kind of strange words were these? Li Rongsen was confused. He turned to look at An Yan and asked, "What's wrong with him? Is he talking in his sleep?"

(End of this chapter)