Chapter 326 Loss of Voice
Song Yanxi shed tears and said stubbornly, "I don't want it."
Even if everything in front of you is a dream, such a rare and beautiful dream will make you indulge in it and unwilling to wake up.
A soft sigh came from my ears, but it was not from Mr. Yan's voice, but more like it came from the distant horizon.
It sounds so familiar.
Before Song Yanxi could think about it, Yan Yichuan suddenly pushed her hard and said sternly, "Get out of here! You are not a descendant of the Yan family."
"Grandfather, I..."
Yan Yichuan interrupted her coldly, his eyes full of disappointment as he said, "None of us Yan family members are cowards who would just hide away when faced with trouble."
His words were like a basin of ice water, chilling Song Yanxi to the core and making her unable to recover for a long time.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she only saw the scenery in front of her moving backwards.
There was a voice in her ear urging her on.
"Go back, go back quickly."
"Where are you going back to?"
Song Yanxi felt a headache from the shouting and couldn't help but ask.
As soon as she finished speaking, the scene in front of her turned blood red in an instant. The relatives who always greeted her at the gate of Yan Mansion with a gentle smile in her memory now had a sullen face and stared at her with gloomy eyes.
Suddenly, those eyes began to shed tears of blood.
They opened their mouths, speaking silently.
Song Yanxi opened her eyes wide, trying hard to make out what they were saying.
Finally, she saw clearly.
She followed the movements of their lips and said word by word, "It's all your fault."
Yes.
Whether it was because she had not judged the person well enough and married the wrong person, or because she had tacitly agreed to the Yan family's support for Lin Tingfeng's career before and after the marriage, everything was caused by her.
It was she who let the wolf into the house, and watched helplessly as this ungrateful wolf sucked the blood of the Yan family, climbed to a high position bit by bit, and then turned around to bring them devastating disaster.
If Lin Tingfeng is the executioner who deserves to go to hell.
Then she is an accomplice and deserves to be cut into pieces and die a miserable death!
Without her, none of this would have happened?
Song Yanxi murmured softly, and the scene before her eyes disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless darkness.
She just felt her body falling down, and her hands and feet became heavier and heavier.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a male voice say in her ear: "It's not your fault, he deserves to die."
The voice was gentle and familiar, but she couldn't remember the corresponding face.
Who is speaking?
Song Yanxi tried hard to open her eyes, and the thick black curtain in front of her seemed to crack open, and tiny bits of light appeared from the gap.
The warmth made her realize that she was still alive.
But her eyelids were too heavy, and she tried in vain for a long time.
Just when Song Yanxi was feeling a little annoyed, she suddenly heard a creaking sound from the old wooden door being pushed open.
Then, heavy footsteps slowly approached, and an old voice sounded.
"Brother Pingchuan, your wife hasn't woken up yet?"
"Not yet, but the fever has subsided. I guess it will be tonight."
"That's great! I'll have my wife kill a chicken and stew it for your wife to nourish her body."
"Don't worry, I'll go to the mountains later..."
The old man interrupted Pingchuan and said unhappily, "How can you be so reckless, young man? It snowed on the mountain yesterday, and now you can't even find any wild fruit. Aren't you afraid of freezing yourself and making your wife a widow at such a young age?"
Before he could speak, he continued, "Let me tell you, those pretty young widows don't have an easy life.
Nowadays, there are many bachelors who can't find wives and wander around in the middle of the night. If you don't believe me, ask Xianglan next door when you have time."
As if thinking of something that made him angry, the old man cursed in a low voice: "I really don't know what kind of world we live in nowadays. People are neither human nor ghost, and officials are not officials..."
He stopped talking mid-sentence and laughed dryly, "I'm going to go kill the chicken first. You take good care of your wife."
"Thank you."
The footsteps gradually faded away, but Song Yanxi's doubts grew stronger and stronger.
There seemed to be no one else in the room except the three of them.
How could she not remember when she married a man named Pingchuan and became his wife?
And this Pingchuan voice...
Song Yanxi was just thinking about it when she heard Pingchuan say softly, "The medicine is a little more bitter than yesterday's. Just bear with it."
How does he know that today's medicine is more bitter than yesterday's? Has he tasted it?
Realizing this, she felt her cheeks become very dry.
The words "It's against etiquette" came to my lips, but I couldn't open my mouth.
She could clearly feel her body being gently lifted up and then leaned into a warm and broad embrace.
Why is this man named Pingchuan behaving so rudely?
Song Yanxi was anxious but couldn't speak. In a moment of desperation, she suddenly opened her eyes.
The moment their eyes met, she was stunned.
She was really stupid and didn't even understand the meaning behind the name.
If you split the two words Pingchuan, isn't it Qiu Zongping and Mo Jinchuan?
And his voice. Even if she was sick and confused, she shouldn't be unable to recognize his voice.
Seeing her wake up, Mo Jinchuan's face did not show much surprise. He just held her shoulder with one hand and handed the spoon to her mouth with the other.
"Drink the medicine first."
His movements were natural and his voice was gentle and calm, which made Song Yanxi's nervousness seem unnecessary.
It seems like he doesn't know how to appreciate a good person's kindness.
She moved her lips, wanting to say that she could do it herself, but as soon as she uttered a syllable, she felt a burning pain in her throat.
Song Yanxi raised her hand and touched her throat, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes.
Is she - losing her voice?
Mo Jinchuan explained in a gentle voice, "You've had a high fever for too long, and your throat has been injured. You might lose your voice for a while."
How long is a period of time?
Song Yanxi was so concerned that she even forgot for a moment that she was a doctor.
When she met Mo Jinchuan's worried eyes, she finally regained some of her rationality and forced herself to feel her own pulse.
Although the pulse is a little weak, it's not serious.
As for her throat, she needed to know how long she had had a high fever so that she could take appropriate medicine to treat it.
If the high fever does not last long, a few doses of medicine will be effective.
On the other hand, permanent voice loss is also possible.
Mo Jinchuan handed the medicine bowl forward and said, as if he had guessed her thoughts: "Drink the medicine first. I'll get paper and pen later."
Song Yanxi nodded and originally wanted to take the bowl and drink it herself, but when she looked at her hands that were wrapped like dumplings with only a few fingers exposed, she compromised.
After taking a mouthful of the black medicine, she regretted it.
It’s bitter, so bitter.
It tastes even more bitter than the raw coptis chinensis she chewed as a child.
Song Yanxi's little face wrinkled in pain, and she glanced at Mo Jinchuan out of the corner of her eye, trying to negotiate.
Unexpectedly, he remained calm and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease."
She is a doctor, so she should understand this principle.
Without waiting for him to finish the rest of his words, Song Yanxi made up her mind and drank the rest of the medicine in one gulp.
When she swallowed the last bite, she felt her stomach churning and almost vomited on the spot.
The next moment, a candied fruit was brought to his mouth.
Song Yanxi opened her mouth and took it without thinking.
As the sweet taste spread across her tongue, she felt a sour sensation in her nose.
When she was sick as a child, her grandfather coaxed her to take medicine in this way.
He knew these details so well.
Then, when did he start to have feelings for her?
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, feeling confused for a moment.
Just as she was hesitating about whether to find an opportunity to ask him, she suddenly heard Mo Jinchuan chuckle and say, "You have been smart since you were a child. Why don't you take a guess?"
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