Rong Qingqing's heart sank.
Does Xie Jingrun, that scoundrel, really need to be so perceptive?
Did she really pinch him too hard and hurt him?
If that's the case, wouldn't there already be fingernail marks on his face?
Just as she was about to examine his face, his dangerous gaze suddenly swept over her.
She smoothed the stray hairs from her temples and guiltily looked away.
"Aren't you going yet?" Xie Jingrun ordered.
"Oh," Rong Qingqing replied, and was about to go get the mirror when Changlin walked in from outside carrying a bowl of medicine.
Her eyes lit up, and she immediately went over, took the medicine bowl from his hand, and said to Xie Jingrun, "My lord, the medicine is ready. Please drink it first. Doctor Lin said that you have suffered internal injuries and need to take good care of yourself."
Xie Jingrun glanced at her, noticing her guilty conscience, and subtly curled the corner of his mouth. "My hand is injured, I can't lift it."
Rong Qingqing paused, then turned to call Changlin, only to find that the boy had already slipped away.
“Although your left hand is injured, it’s not that serious, is it? You can still hold it with your right hand.” She said, trying to put the bowl in his hands.
"Let me check my face first," Xie Jingrun said calmly, touching his face.
Rong Qingqing: "..."
She took a deep breath. "Why is a grown man like you so concerned about his appearance? Never mind, I'll feed you."
Xie Jingrun's lips curled up involuntarily, and he reluctantly said, "Alright then."
Seeing the man's reluctant expression, Rong Qingqing really wanted to throw the medicine in the bowl in his face.
What the hell? She's willing to feed him, and he's acting all reluctant. Who's he trying to fool? Didn't he ask someone to feed him himself?
She sat down on the edge of the bed, fuming, and scooped up a spoonful of medicine, about to feed it to him.
He suddenly tilted his head, frowned, and reminded me, "The medicine was just brewed. Are you trying to scald me to death?"
Rong Qingqing's fingers, which were holding the bowl, trembled slightly. She endured it for a moment before bringing the medicine to her lips, blowing on it to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then feeding it to him.
Xie Jingrun almost vomited when the bitter medicine was fed into his mouth.
He deeply suspected that Physician Lin had prescribed him the most bitter medicine.
Seeing his furrowed brows and the look that he was about to vomit, Rong Qingqing said speechlessly, "My lord, you are a man, a grown man, would you be afraid of bitter medicine?"
Xie Jingrun finally managed to swallow it, and upon hearing this, he frowned and said, "Don't just stand there and talk like that. You try drinking it yourself."
Rong Qingqing choked for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "If the Marquis really hates bitterness, then I will have someone prepare some candied fruit. That way, the Marquis can drink the medicine with candied fruit, and it won't be so bitter."
Xie Jingrun glanced at her; she seemed to be doing this out of kindness, but was actually mocking him.
"No need." His voice was slightly lower, and he seemed somewhat displeased.
"Oh." Rong Qingqing shrugged, picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of medicine, pursed her lips, blew on it, and then fed it to his lips.
Xie Jingrun's gaze fell on her rosy lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Realizing what he was thinking, his brows furrowed, and he immediately looked away.
After repeating this process several times, Rong Qingqing finally managed to feed him the entire bowl of medicine.
She stood up, holding the empty bowl. "Alright, you've finished your medicine. Your Excellency should rest now."
Xie Jingrun opened her lips, but ultimately said nothing, and nodded, "Mm."
Rong Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and left with the empty bowl.
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