Su Huaiyue had been paying attention to Wei Che's condition. Seeing this, she became anxious and worried.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed a hint of panic, but she quickly calmed down.
She immediately took out the spiritual spring from the system. The spiritual spring was placed in an exquisite small bottle, emitting a faint glow.
She carefully unbuttoned Wei Che's trouser legs, revealing the red and swollen wound on his ankle, and then gently poured the spiritual spring on the wound.
The spiritual spring was cool, like a clear spring in the mountains. When it touched the wound, Wei Che's originally frowned brows relaxed slightly, and a faint moan came out of his mouth.
Su Huaiyue felt a little relieved when she saw Wei Che's reaction, but she knew that just cleaning the wound was far from enough, and she had to let Wei Che drink anti-inflammatory medicine.
However, Wei Che had already fallen into a coma at this time, with his eyes tightly closed, breathing rapidly and heavily, and was unable to take the medicine on his own.
Su Huaiyue bit her lip, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.
She looked at the anti-inflammatory medicine in her hand, then looked at the unconscious Wei Che, and felt a conflict between her conscience and her conscience.
After a moment, she looked around. Madam Wei and Wei Yunrou were sleeping in the carriage and couldn't see here. She hardened her heart, opened the medicine bottle, and drank a sip of the anti-inflammatory medicine. The bitter taste spread in her mouth instantly.
She endured the discomfort, leaned over, and passed the medicine into Wei Che's mouth.
As the night deepened, a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the tent.
Su Huaiyue stood beside Wei Che, sitting on a simple stool, staring intently at his face.
Her eyes were filled with worry and concern, and her hands were clenched tightly together, her nails digging into her flesh.
Time passed minute by minute, and every second seemed as long as a year to her.
Finally, after this long wait, that night, Wei Che's fever gradually subsided.
His face was no longer so red, and a bit of color had returned, and his breathing became much more stable.
Su Huaiyue looked at the changes in Wei Che, and the heavy stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
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