When Li Shengyi was awakened by the faint crying sound, he thought he had gone to heaven.
The surroundings were so warm that she couldn't help but want to reach out and embrace this warmth.
Then she hugged a hard body.
My consciousness suddenly returned, and the crying sounds in my ears became clearer.
Hot water droplets kept dripping onto her cheeks, making her frown and turn her head away to avoid them.
Meng Jiuan sat beside the bed and looked at his little daughter. When he realized belatedly that his little daughter was actually reaching out to hug him, his tear-stained face froze in shock.
The next moment, his shouting was heard in the originally quiet room.
"She's awake! Shengyi is awake! Where are the imperial doctors? Come in and see my daughter!"
The imperial physicians who were standing outside and nearly pulling their hair out trying to figure out how to prescribe medicine, were startled when they heard the shouting coming from the inner room. They hurriedly lifted the door curtain and went into the inner room.
Li Shengyi opened his eyes after hearing Meng Jiuan's shout.
Many heads appeared in front of her eyes, and her confused face suddenly showed an expression that seemed to be about to cry.
"No way, I didn't go to heaven? Instead, I ended up in hell?"
"My dear friends, I didn't do too many bad things in my life. At most, I couldn't help but step on a cockroach when I saw it, but you can't drag me into hell."
As she spoke, her hazy vision caught sight of Meng Jiuan standing beside the bed.
The tearful expression on her face froze, and then tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, "Meng Jiuan, why did you come to hell? You have defended our country for so many years, even if you have no merits, you must have worked hard."
"Wow, judge, I'm not satisfied. I want to appeal!"
The arm that was suddenly raised was pressed back into the quilt.
Meng Jiuan was still immersed in the joy that his little daughter finally woke up. When he heard what his little daughter said, the joy on his face disappeared and was replaced by a sad face.
He reached out and grabbed the imperial physician who was waiting in line to feel his little daughter's pulse. His brows were furrowed, and his voice was still a little sobbing as he had just cried.
"What happened? How did my daughter become like this?"
"She, she, she...she's just crazy from the high fever, right?"
Before the imperial physician had time to take the patient's pulse, he was pulled aside for questioning.
The imperial physician, sweating profusely, wiped his forehead and said, "General, the young lady's fever has subsided. Didn't she call out your name just now? I guess she's just not fully awake yet."
I ask, in the entire Great Chu, apart from Your Majesty and the Prime Minister, who else dares to address the general by his name?
When Meng Jiuan heard this, he thought it made sense, so he immediately let go of the imperial physician's collar and kindly invited him back to the bedside.
"You must take good care of my daughter. She is still so young. Nothing can happen to her."
"If anything happens to her, I won't live anymore!!!"
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and carefully took the pulse of the person on the bed.
The imperial physician standing by also wiped his forehead.
Fortunately, the general said that he would not live either, instead of saying "I will not let you live either."
When the last imperial physician stood up, Meng Jiuan raised his tear-red eyes and asked anxiously, "How is she? Is she okay?"
"General, the young lady has been exposed to the cold wind for too long. The cold wind has penetrated her body. I'm afraid she will need to stay indoors for a while."
"And Miss, you need to apply ointment to your hands every day and not scratch them. They will be healed by next spring."
"I'm glad you're okay, as long as it's nothing serious." After hearing the imperial physician's diagnosis, Meng Jiuan nodded blankly.
Let Lu Xing get the medicine and then send the imperial physician out of the house.
The man was left alone in the room. He knelt on one knee and carefully used his eyes to depict the pale little face in front of him.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a silly laugh was heard in the room.
The rough fingertips gently poked the little face in front of him. Feeling the warmth coming from the fingertips, Meng Jiuan's smile became even wider. "Shengyi, it's great that you're still here."
God knows when he descended to the platform protruding from the cliff and saw the two figures, one large and one small, in the cave in the light of day, his eyes went dark and he almost plunged headfirst into the bottom of the cliff.
It was not until the royal guards beside him told him that both of them were still breathing that he finally recovered from the suffocating feeling of drowning.
He was extremely careful as he held his little daughter in his arms. Feeling her burning hot body, he immediately tied her tightly to his arms with a rope and climbed to the top of the cliff as quickly as possible.
Even though five days had passed since the little daughter was found, she had been in a coma for five days.
For the past five days, he had stayed here every day, repeatedly extending his fingers to touch the tip of his little daughter's nose.
Only when he felt his little daughter's breath did his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally relax a little.
But as long as he couldn't see his little daughter, his heart was always in suspense until he put his hand under her nose again.
This was repeated over and over again, and this was the most he had done in the past five days.
"I'm not dead."
Having not spoken for a long time, his usually soft and sweet childish voice became a little hoarse.
Her high fever had just subsided and she had just woken up from a coma. After the imperial physician left and Meng Jiuan poked her cheek with his finger, she finally came to her senses.
With her eyes tightly closed, she seemed to still be in the snow, and the sight of white made her eyelashes tremble constantly.
It was not until she opened her eyes completely and saw the familiar bed curtains that she blinked and turned her head to look at the person kneeling beside the bed.
Seeing the dazed look on the bedside man's face, she curled the corners of her lips and chuckled, "Long time no see, Second Daddy."
Two hot tears rolled down Meng Jiuan's face, which had just been crying for a while.
It is said that men do not shed tears easily, but ever since he learned that his little daughter was kidnapped by bandits, his tears have been falling without stopping as if they were free.
Now that he saw his little daughter finally wake up, his tears burst out like a flood. He stood up, stretched out his arms, and hugged the person in front of him tightly.
Meng Jiuan cried heart-wrenchingly, sadder than ever before.
Even when the Liao family was tragically wiped out, he was so shocked, sad and hateful that he did not shed a tear. By the time he came to his senses, the tears accumulated in his body had already evaporated with the sweat.
This was the first time he cried so miserably, and also the first time he cried so freely.
The smile on Li Shengyi's lips slowly faded after he heard the deafening cry coming from his ears.
She raised her hand to pat his back, but when she saw the dark purple skin on her arm that hadn't faded due to the cold, her expression froze, but she didn't stop patting his back.
"Second Daddy, your crying is so ugly."
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