Chapter 3
After being disciplined, everyone in the courtyard was in a panic.
Jin Yu came privately to remind Shen Jiao to be careful.
Shen Jiao asked her, "Be careful about what?"
"What else could it be?" Jin Yu said. "Just be careful and serve him well. He seems to have changed recently, but his health is too poor. If he gets seriously ill, it will definitely affect us. Tongbao is good in every way except that he is too careless. Isn't this bad luck? There should be some rules when it comes to laziness. Haven't you forgotten the lesson of Tieye?"
"Iron Leaf?"
"Oh, you didn't know. She was once a head maid in Liao'e Courtyard. Seeing him quiet, she thought he was easy to mess with, so she stole things and sold them, which angered him. She was beaten to death and carried away. It was really pitiful," Jin Yu sighed and said, "You have to remember this. That person has problems. Sometimes he doesn't care about anything and seems to be in a bad mood, but later he will want to settle the score. You have to keep it up on the surface."
Good temper?
Shen Jiao really didn't think he had a good temper. Didn't the doctor say that his illness was mostly due to liver qi stagnation and excessive worrying? It was obvious that he was a person who easily got angry.
But what does this have to do with her? She has always been able to keep a good face.
"Thank you for the tip, sister."
Master said that telling necessary lies will make the relationship better.
"Sure, sure."
Jin Yu touched her round face and was quite fond of this well-behaved and pretty little girl.
The two chatted for a few words and then left. When Shen Jiao returned with the medicine, Xue Shun was asleep. His face was abnormally red, and the wet towel that should have covered his forehead was thrown aside.
When Shen Jiao called him to get up, she could feel that his body was burning hot, very hot, but he was shaking as if he was cold.
It got a little better at noon, but it got even hotter in the afternoon.
"Young Master, Young Master, it's time to take your medicine."
"Get lost..." Xue Shun frowned and cursed hoarsely, but changed his mind before Shen Jiao retreated, "Give it to me."
Shen Jiao wanted to help him sit up, but he was unwilling. He struggled to get up, took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp without caring whether it was hot or cold.
"careful……"
Shen Jiao: ...
"Isn't it a little hot?"
She was so busy talking to someone that she didn't dry the tea beforehand. She calculated the time and came in, thinking that if she blew on it, it would be drinkable. But who knew that he would tilt his head back and drink it.
Xue Shun touched the corners of his mouth which were burned red. He felt numb from the burning sensation and did not feel any pain. Instead, he was surprised by Shen Jiao's lively expression.
That look of astonishment.
It's like a dead person who was smiling in the grave suddenly came back to life.
"Pretending."
Xue Shun sneered and threw the bowl to her.
Shen Jiao caught it, but failed to block the remaining medicine juice, which splashed all over her body, making her very dirty. It was a pity for her green silk skirt, which was still new.
Xue Shun turned over and lay down. Shen Jiao put down the bowl, soaked the handkerchief again, and covered his head with it. He raised his hand and threw it away.
"No, sir, this will help reduce the fever faster."
"roll."
"yes."
Shen Jiao didn't like hearing dogs barking, so he went out quickly.
Once the room was quiet, the pain became clearer.
It was already uncomfortable enough, and the wet towel gave him a headache. Everyone came here to pretend, but no one was serious at all.
"Someone! Where have all the people gone? Are they all dead? Go get a doctor for me. I have a terrible headache..."
Be patient, be patient, I'm not going to be patient at all. The more I tolerate, the more rampant these people become. Each of them is more comfortable than him. Why? If you don't want to live a good life, then don't live well.
A surge of anger flared up, and Xue Shun started yelling again.
He is sick, he is mentally ill!
Shen Jiao thought with certainty.
The doctor massaged and acupunctured the young man for a long time before he calmed down. He broke out in a sweat and was no longer hot, but he still had a sullen look on his face, somewhat dissatisfied. He curled up on the bed, holding his stomach and groaning, with his back to everyone.
Jin, Yu and Yinhua exchanged glances.
It was a look of annoyance and extreme despair, with only three words - here it comes again.
Xue Shun groaned: "It hurts so much, it really hurts..."
"What are you all doing? Are you keeping vigil for me, hoping I'll die? Get out, all of you." He held his stomach and growled for a while, then turned around and saw them and started cursing again.
The maids in the room had no choice but to leave again.
Shen Jiao seemed to be honest, but in fact he walked the fastest and did not go in until he delivered medicine in the evening.
Xue Shun touched the bowl and began to find fault with it, snorting coldly: "Why didn't you burn me to death at noon? You are so unwilling to give up and make another bowl like this. What are you thinking?"
Kindness.
The tea Shen Jiao took this time was clearly not hot, it was just the right temperature to drink. He was just looking for trouble, just like the previous teas that were not hot enough.
"Sir, calm down. I know I was wrong. I will go and exchange it for another bowl."
"Get back here! I let you go! Kneel down and hold up the medicine."
Xue Shun got to the bottom of it and realized that all the suffering he had endured in the past two months was related to this liar. How could he not feel angry?
Shen Jiao lifted the tray. He reached for the medicine bowl and took a sip, nearly choking. Xue Shun also blamed Shen Jiao for this. He said that this medicine slave was useless for treating illnesses and was more than enough to harm him. I really don't know what the old man was thinking. He would rather spend a hundred taels of gold to send such a person here than even look at him...
It feels good to massage shoulders, legs and head...
"Get up, will you give me a massage?"
"A little bit."
Massage is nothing more than pushing, pressing, kneading and kneading. Even those who don't know the acupoints can relax their body and mind by pressing a few times based on their feelings, not to mention a medicine slave with medicinal properties and spiritual powers.
"Come here and give me a massage."
"Yes, you can prepare a massage cream."
"Need not."
"yes."
Before Shen Jiao came here, he specially learned a few acupoints for regulating the stomach and intestines. This time he can finally use them. Starting from... the hands, Sifeng acupoint, Hukou acupoint, Daling acupoint, Neiguan acupoint, and Shousanli acupoint.
There are also Zhongwanxue, Tianshuxue, Dajuxue...
"you!"
A pair of hands started to climb up from the fingers, suddenly went around to the front and fell on the stomach, still groping downwards. Xue Shun immediately pushed her away, hurriedly pulled the quilt over, and was so angry that he didn't know where to start scolding.
Shen Jiao saw that he fell and thought: It’s a good time to pinch Zusanli.
Before Xue Shun could react, she took action, and Xue Shun was so serious that he didn't dare to say anything.
What if... What if he misunderstood...
"Get out of here!"
Xue Shun retracted his foot abruptly, and Shen Jiao didn't have time to withdraw his hand. His nails scratched a string of blood on his leg.
"Young Master..."
"roll!"
"yes."
Who likes to be held in arms? My nails are twisted and deformed, and my legs and feet are covered with scars. It's so awkward.
Shen Jiao retreated without any regrets as usual.
Xue Shun then lowered his gaze to his leg, wiped the blood off it, and looked at the ugly scars...
I must have misunderstood. His face is the only thing that looks good on him.
He is not those brothers. How could a medicine slave worth hundreds of gold be confused?
Those few strokes just now were quite comfortable, so it’s better not to let her leave.
Shen Jiao poked out the window: "Sir, would you like to eat?"
Xue Shun: ...
"roll!"
"yes."
He picked up a pillow and threw it at the window. After a while, he went down and picked it up again in shame, and continued to use the pillow and scream in pain.
This is the kind of person who would rather suffer than save face.
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