Yan Xun didn't like being served, or maybe he didn't want too many people to know about his illness. After driving Yan San, who wanted to take care of him in the house, out, he fell asleep because of the effects of the medicine after taking it.

Yan Xun slept anxiously and restlessly in his dream, but even so, he didn't seem to wake up at all. Therefore, Yan Xun didn't know that the next second after he fell asleep, a slender and tall woman in black appeared in front of his bed.

Ye Qiqi learned from Yuehua, not only did she learn excellent Qinggong, but she also inherited Yuehua's good medical skills. When

she first eavesdropped on the conversation, Ye Qiqi roughly guessed that the young master of the Yan family was probably a sickly person, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that although this sickly person was surrounded by illness, he was still so beautiful that she couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Ye Qiqi didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She pushed the curtain beside the bed aside, sat down on the bed neatly, and looked carefully at the sick beauty on the bed.

There were no candles in the room, the moonlight was pouring, and the man on the bed seemed to be coated with layers of light fluorescence, beautiful like an unreal painting.

The man's skin looked a little pale because of his illness, his eyebrows were deep and delicate, and his dense eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Perhaps because he was trapped in a nightmare, the man frowned, and his light pink thin lips were bitten tightly by him, stubbornly not wanting to make a sound.

Ye Qiqi looked at the sick beauty in front of her, and for some reason she felt a little distressed. Could it be that beauty attracts pity? Ye Qiqi shook her head in self-mockery, and was about to turn around and leave, but her wrist was grabbed by someone.

"Don't go..." It was a murmur full of despair, sadness and bitter retention. The man did not wake up, but because of the scene in the nightmare, he stubbornly grabbed the hand of the person next to him.

Ye Qiqi's face was a little ugly. The man's strength was damn strong. The struggle failed, and her slender wrist was squeezed by the man's tightly clamped fingers, leaving a bright red handprint.

Although Ye Qiqi knew Qinggong, she didn't know martial arts at all. The man's strength was beyond the reach of a woman like her. Moreover, Ye Qiqi was worried that the movement in the house would alert the people in the dark. Although she was very upset, Ye Qiqi could only swallow this loss and slowly calm the man's emotions.

"I won't leave, you let go first..." Ye Qiqi's tone was not very good, but in order to be cautious, she still tried to lower her voice. Ye Qiqi's

comfort seemed to work. Yan Xun's hand strength loosened a little, but he did not let go of his hand as Ye Qiqi said. Not only that, every time Ye Qiqi wanted to struggle to leave, the man would exert force on his hand again, making Ye Qiqi so angry that she wanted to bite him.

The stalemate between the two people lasted for an unknown period of time. Ye Qiqi was tormented by the man and felt sleepy. When she was drowsy, she was suddenly burned by the scalding temperature.

At this time, Yan Xun was burning hot all over, and his pale face was also stained with an abnormal red. Sweat had soaked his hair. Ye Qiqi touched the man's forehead with her free hand, and sure enough, the temperature was frighteningly high.

The man suddenly fell ill. If he didn't find someone to treat him in time, he would be burned into a fool. But if other people found out that she was here, she would be afraid that she would be implicated.

Ye Qiqi had mixed feelings in her heart. Logically, the Yan family had nothing to do with her, and the man in front of her didn't know which unknown sick young master of the Yan family he was. Whether he was dead or alive, what did it matter? But there was a voice in her heart that always said, save him quickly, you will regret it if you don't save him...

In the end, Ye Qiqi still spit on herself, and reluctantly took out a small white porcelain bottle from her arms and fed the man a pill in the bottle.

Seeing the man's breathing gradually calm down, Ye Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief. This pill can only calm the nerves, and it has no effect on reducing fever. Moreover, the man's sudden cold is related to his old illness. If ordinary medicine is used, it will make his already weak body even weaker. No wonder the cold can become so complicated. Medicines are three-point poison. At present, only physical treatment can be carried out.

Thinking of this, Ye Qiqi took off the man's underwear that was already wet with sweat.

Because of his poor health, the man looked a little weak. His body under the wide robe was pale and bloodless. It was not very sexy, but it was clean and there was no flaw.

Ye Qiqi calmed down. What she did now was beyond the rules, but she was determined to save the sick beauty and didn't want to worry too much. She took out the silver needle she carried with her and directly pierced several acupuncture points on the man's body.

Ye Qiqi learned the art of silver needle very well, and almost learned all the essence of Yuehua's life. After about half an hour, the sick beauty who was originally tortured by the nightmare of illness had gradually relaxed her tense brows and fell into a deep sleep.

The man might be too tired, so when Ye Qiqi took her wrist out of the man's hand, it became easy. After restoring everything to its original state, Ye Qiqi disappeared in the room before dawn.

That night, Yan Xun slept more peacefully than ever before. Not only was there no nightmare torture, but even the turbid air in his chest seemed to have dissipated a lot.

When Zhang Qian came to wait for him as usual, he couldn't suppress his surprise, because Zhang Qian actually said that his old illness, which recurred due to the cold, seemed to be a blessing in disguise, and it actually dissipated most of the sick air that had been squeezed in his body for many years.

After hearing the good news, Yan San almost lifted Zhang Qian up high, but Yan Xun felt something was wrong. When Yan San came in with a basin of water, he saw his young master looking out the window with a thoughtful look on his face. His gentle jade-like profile was as handsome as a painting, and he, a man, was moved.

"Young Master..." Yan San had been with Yan Xun since he was a child. In recent years, Yan Xun rarely showed up in front of outsiders due to his health. In addition, Yan Xun had been recuperating in Jiangnan for these years, so few people knew about the news about the eldest son of the Yan family.

If it weren't for the birthday of the old lady of the Yan family, Yan Xun wouldn't have caught a cold because of his hasty journey. After he finally got better, Yan San was of course very concerned about Yan Xun's every move, for fear that his young master would get into trouble because of his poor care.

Yan Xun did not turn around. Years of illness made him weak and thin, but the nobleness and lack of elegance that came with a biological body could not be concealed.

The Yan family was a well-known military family, but only in this generation did they give birth to Yan Xun, a sickly eldest son. Although Yan Xun was of noble status, he could not escape the fate that he would not live past the age of thirty. Although he was the eldest son, Yan Xun was shaved out of the line of heirs by the Yan family early on.

It was no wonder that when the Ye family was in its heyday, it was not the eldest son Yan Xun who made the marriage contract with Ye Qiqi, but Yan Ming, the second son of the Yan family, whose popularity had already overshadowed countless young talents in the capital.

Sake: Twisting my fingers, I searched for articles on a whim and found that the articles I wrote were reposted right after they were published. Haha, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry… Today, it’s still over 2000. Don’t be careless, my little cutie. Use collections and pearls to pamper the little bar… Xiaojiu needs to be lifted up high, please hug (? ???w??? ?)