After finally managing to carry the person back, Wu Nanshuang went to the kitchen to boil water.

Nanzhi prepared the medicine according to the prescription given by the system and then handed it to Wunanshuang.

With her around, Nam Zhi felt much more relaxed.

Zhou Chang bent down and examined the bedside. "Nan girl, you should have a bottom line. Picking up a wolf cub is one thing, but why did you bring a handsome young man home?"

Nanzhi: "Master, he is seriously injured. How can a doctor stand by and watch someone die?"

Pei Nanqing was already quite good-looking, but after being injured, his face turned deathly pale, his lips were also white, and his eyes were closed, making him look pitiful, like a seriously injured pretty boy in a play.

Nan Zhi carefully tore open his clothes to change Pei Nanqing's dressing.

The wound has stopped bleeding, and as long as there is no fever, it will heal slowly.

"Master, the medicine is ready."

Wu Nanshuang brought in steaming hot medicine.

Pei Nanqing was still unconscious and, fearing his wounds would reopen, was unable to move, so Nanzhi had to bring him food to feed him.

The man kept his teeth clenched and refused to open his mouth. Nanzhi fed him three or four spoonfuls, but he couldn't get any of it in.

Logically speaking, since the lips were ripped open, at least some of the liquid should have seeped in through the gaps between the teeth.

But damn it, his teeth are too straight, and with his tongue blocking the way, not a drop of water can get in.

Nanzhi is angry.

These medicinal herbs are common, but they're not cheap.

It could sell for twenty taels of silver.

Seeing her master's expression, Wu Nanshuang said, "Master, let me do it."

Nanzhi waved her hand dismissively, "No need."

She refused to believe it and was determined to force it into him today.

"Nan Shuang, go outside and find a stick."

Wu Nanshuang: "Ah? Oh, okay."

That evening, Song Hanyan returned carrying three pheasants.

"Zhizhi, look what I brought you!" It's Zhizhi's favorite wild pheasant.

No one answered, and there was no one in the main house either.

Just then, Wu Nanshuang came out carrying rice porridge. "Where's Zhizhi?" Song Hanyan asked.

Wu Nanshuang: "Master is taking care of the patient."

Inside the room, Nanzhi leaned against the bed, resting her chin on her hand.

This is the scene that Song Hanyan saw as soon as he entered the room.

He frowned. The person on the bed was naked, with a wound running through his chest. Looking at his face, he recognized him as Pei Nanqing, the young master who had bought medicine not long ago.

How did he end up here?

Without a moment to think, Song Hanyan gently pulled the person beside the bed into his arms.

"You take care of him."

"Yes." Wu Nanshuang had the same idea.

Nan Zhi was exhausted today. Song Hanyan put her on the bed, but she didn't wake up even with all the noise.

Of course, Song Hanyan was afraid of waking her, so he moved as quietly as possible, afraid of disturbing the person in his arms.

Under the dim yellow light, with long eyelashes imprinted on his face, Song Hanyan watched silently, staring intently, as if he could never get enough of looking at him.

Only at this time can he release his emotions without any restraint.

Delicate cheeks and bright red lips.

My heart was pounding like a drum. I carefully leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on Nanzhi's lips.

In her dream, Nanzhi felt something sweet, and she stuck out her tongue and licked it.

Song Hanyan, who was lightly kissing Nanzhi, stiffened, his breath became hot, and his gaze at Nanzhi became even more intense.

The person sleeping soundly in bed was completely unaware of what had happened and was fast asleep.

The night was quiet, and nothing happened.

Nan Zhi was preoccupied with Pei Nan Qing's illness and didn't expect to fall asleep.

When she woke up again, it was the next morning. She felt warm all over. She moved around and found that Song Hanyan hadn't gotten up yet.

Song Hanyan, who was above him, had already woken up. He lowered his head and kissed the hair of the person in his arms.

"woke up."

Nanzhi wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist.

She sighed inwardly again, thinking, "He has such a great figure and is so handsome, how could he be hers?"

Thinking about it, she rubbed against Song Hanyan's chest. With this rub, her already loose collar opened wide, revealing her firm chest.

Lost in thought, she leaned forward and kissed Song Hanyan's smooth chest.

The soft, warm lips landed on his chest, like a gentle pat of cotton, carrying warmth.

The person above him was taken aback, and his gaze toward the person in his arms grew even more intense.

"Zhizhi." Song Hanyan said in a low voice.

Nanzhi reached out and openly groped his chest.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll get up now."

That's Song Hanyan's problem. Don't be fooled by how caring he usually is towards her; whenever she goes too far, he becomes like an angry kitten.

This scared people away again.

Could it be that Song Hanyan really has some kind of problem?

Otherwise, why would such a beautiful woman like her stand in front of him and remain completely unmoved?

Nanzhi could only suppress her doubts for the time being.

Thinking that there was still a sick person at home, Nanzhi got up and quickly tidied up.

Pei Nanqing was still lying in bed, not yet awake, his face pale and his lips chapped.

Nanzhi, suspicious, called Wu Nanshuang in. "Nanshuang, did he have a fever last night?"

Wu Nanshuang immediately said, "This young master does have a fever, but I thought that my master had just fallen asleep and it would be inconvenient to disturb him, so I took care of it myself."

This young master must be an important person to the master. What should I do if my actions displease the master?

"Well done." Nan Zhi had checked and found that Pei Nanqing's condition had improved a lot; his fever had subsided.

Wu Nanshuang didn't look up; her master had actually praised her.

Nanzhi: "How did you bring his fever down?"

Wu Nanshuang paused for a moment and said, "I have read the medical book that Master gave me before, and I also helped Master dry the herbs, so I have learned a lot. I will follow the instructions in the book to decoct the medicine and use physical cooling methods."

Nanzhi was very satisfied; he could understand medicine simply by reading medical books, which showed that he was a promising talent.

"From now on, you will take care of him. Remember to change his dressing once a day, and make sure the wound doesn't get wet."

"Yes, Master."

The master meant that she handled the situation well, which is why he entrusted the patient to her.

Wu Nanshuang became even more determined to study medicine.

Nanzhi was also fortunate enough to cultivate, "Cherry, I have decided to cultivate Wu Nanshuang into a world-renowned doctor who can save lives."

“Okay.” This time, Cherry didn’t object.

Nanzhi opened the medical record, closed her eyes, and silently recited the prescription for healing the knife wound. Immediately afterwards, a piece of paper appeared in front of Nanzhi.

She copied the prescription down according to the instructions in the medical record and then handed it to Wu Nanshuang.

She doesn't need to worry about the rest.

Lin Jiaxiang, Nan Chunxian, and Nan Chungu continued to attend the classes, while Nan Zhi dried herbs in the courtyard.

I've heard some of it, more or less.

The cured meat in the warehouse has been dried, and Nanzhi plans to deliver it to the restaurant tomorrow, along with some rabbits she raises at home.

The rabbits raised by the private soldiers on the mountain grew much slower because they were not fed with the spiritual spring water.

But the rabbits at home are different. They reproduce quickly and are replenished with spiritual spring water, making them completely different from ordinary rabbits.

Nan Zhi was busy with the restaurant and gathering herbs, so having Nan Chun Gu feed the rabbits was just a temporary measure.

She was thinking about how to pass on this task.