The old village doctor had just put down his bowl when he was startled by someone who broke into the house from the rain.

He patted his beating heart and recognized the person: "It's Ci, you're back to see your Aunt Chen again?"

Before Yu Ci could reply, his eyes fell on the person in Yu Ci's arms, and his eyebrows furrowed: "Oh, what happened?"

"Uncle Miao." Yu Ci nodded at him and put the person in his arms to the hospital bed behind the house: "Please help me check, he has a fever."

Miao Bo washed his hands, took out a thermometer and handed it to Yu Ci: "Measure the temperature and take it out after three minutes."

Yu Ci put the thermometer away, turned around, and a towel was thrown on himself.

Miao Bo handed another towel to Yu You: "Wipe off the water. You two are wet. Don't let all three of you fall ill."

Yu You took the towel and said thank you in a hesitant voice.

Miao Bo waved his hand indifferently, looked at Yu Ci, and frowned: "You are such a grown-up, how come you don't know your limits? Why didn't you hold an umbrella when it was raining so hard?"

Yu You wiped his face with a towel and whispered, "I'm full."

He was always taking care of the person in his arms. The umbrella was used to shield the person from the rain, but most of his body was exposed.

It would be strange if it wasn’t wet.

Yu Ci didn't explain. He stared at the man with a gloomy face and said, "Miao Bo, please show him."

"Don't be impatient, Ci." Miao Bo glanced at the man in a hurry, and prepared the drip with his hands: "You have to wait until I prepare the medicine."

Look at how anxious he is, Ci is in trouble now.

The old-fashioned clock on the wall was ticking away.

Almost as soon as the time was up, Yu Ci quickly looked at Miao Bo: "Is it ok?"

Miao Bo didn't look up, and found the syringe from the medicine drawer: "Okay, take it out."

38.7°C.

high fever.

Yu Ci reached out and touched his face, and found that the temperature was indeed higher than before.

Miao Bo came over with a medicine bottle and a syringe and looked at the thermometer: "38.7°C? This fever is a bit high."

As he inserted the needle into the back of Shi Jin's hand, he asked, "Why do you have a fever? Did you catch a cold or...?"

Miao Bo didn't say the rest. He glanced at Yu Ci and said, "I gave him a fever-reducing injection. If the fever wasn't caused by a cold, I would have to give him another injection to reduce inflammation."

Yu Ci didn't understand his subtext. He reached out and tucked the quilt up on Shi Jin and replied, "You got caught in the rain. You must have caught a cold."

"Is that so?" Miao Bo's tone sounded somewhat regretful for some reason: "Then you stay here and watch over him. I'll go upstairs and get two herbs. You can bring them back later so that he can use them for bathing in the evening."

"good."

Miao Bo's somewhat hunched back disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Yu You put the towel on the table beside him and looked at Yu Ci, a little hesitant about how to address him: "That..."

The person beside the bed did not turn around: "Yu Ci."

Yu You hesitated for two seconds, then walked to the bedside: "Yu, Brother Yu Ci, do you want to change your clothes?"

His gaze stayed on the person in front of him for two seconds: "Your clothes are a bit wet. You might catch a cold if you don't change."

What he said was actually conservative. It's not just a little too wet, it's all wet.

Yu You felt that if he went up and twisted it now, he would probably be able to squeeze out a handful of water.

The lights in the room were bright, and the wet clothes were particularly conspicuous.

Yu Ci hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Then please help me watch him for a while, I will be back soon."

Yu You nodded naturally: "Okay."

Yu You originally thought that it would take Yu Ci at least 20 minutes to drive back and change his clothes.

But before he could even warm up the bench, the man came back.

Yu You looked at the clothes on him that didn't fit him well and guessed that he didn't go back to the inn, but borrowed clothes from Miao Bo and came back in a hurry.

He took two steps back with the stool, making room for the bedside seat, and explained what happened when Yu Ci left: "He moved twice just now, as if he wanted to lift the quilt, so I covered it back."

Yu Ci glanced at the flow rate of the drip and reached out to slow it down.

It would take at least an hour to finish this bottle of potion. He looked down at the time, then turned to look at the boy who was sitting next to him with his chin in his hand: "This will take a while, do you want to go back first?"

"Ah?" Yu You was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay, I'll wait with you. It's raining outside and it won't be easy for you to go back later. I'll stay and help you drive."

Since he said so, Yu Ci naturally would not refuse.

"Brother Yuci." Yu You said, "Are you from this village?"

"No." Yu Ci looked at Shi Jin's blushing face and reached out to touch it.

The temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

He felt relieved.

"Aunt Chen from the inn is my godmother. I come here to see her every year."

Yu You nodded suddenly: "Is that so."

He wanted to speak more, but his words suddenly fell silent when his eyes fell on the bed.

Yu Ci washed a towel, wrung it dry, and was wiping the cheek of the ** person.

The ** young man frowned as if trying to avoid the towel, his weak hands pressed against the man's palms, his fingers clenched twice, then his brows relaxed, and he fell asleep holding one of the man's fingers.

Yu You was sitting next to Yu Ci, so he couldn't see the man's expression. He just saw that he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Looks like you're laughing?

He shook his head, and when he looked over again, Yu Ci was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression seemingly unchanged.

Maybe he saw it wrong, Yu You thought.

But what happened next made him feel that he was not mistaken.

He thought Yu Ci would pull his hand away after the young man fell asleep, but until most of the liquid in the drip was gone, he still sat on the edge of the bed with his index finger held in the awkward position, tapping his phone with his free right hand and answering a couple of calls from time to time.

Even though he was so busy, he still didn't pull his left hand away.

Yu You blinked and silently slid himself into the chair.

How to say it?

He felt like he was being fed a mouthful of dog food.

The transparent liquid medicine flowed at a constant speed and the drip bottle was soon empty.

Shi Jin woke up at this time.

He opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, the bitter aroma of herbs lingering in his nose, his chaotic brain not yet fully awake.

Perhaps because the bowl of ginger soup before bed left such a deep impression on him, Shi Jin's consciousness still lingered on the bowl of spicy ginger sugar water this morning.

He moved his lips.

Yu You came closer when he opened his eyes. He bent down and put his ear closer: "What did you say? Sugar? Hot? Soup?"

He racked his brains to try to put a few words together but failed, so he had to step away awkwardly: "Well, I don't understand what you are saying. Brother Yu Ci has gone back to get your coat. Why don't you talk to him later?"

Shi Jin came to his senses when he started speaking.

His eyes moved and fell on the IV bottle above him which was about to run out of fluid. He knew that he was probably being sent to the clinic in the village.

Yu You followed his gaze and glanced at the IV bottle, and found that the liquid was about to run out, so he hurriedly walked behind the curtain and said, "Uncle Miao, the IV is almost finished."

Miao Bo was wearing a pair of reading glasses and was leaning over the table writing a prescription.

Hearing the noise, he walked out of the outer room, pulled out the IV needle on the back of Shi Jin's hand, and pressed it with a cotton swab: "Here, press it yourself for three minutes."

Shi Jin pressed it as he was told.

Miao Bo took the opportunity to stuff a thermometer into his hand and said, "Hold it tight, don't let it fall off."

Yu You was afraid that he would be bored, so he pulled a chair and sat closer: "Hello, we met this morning. My name is Yu You, and I'm here for tourism."

Shi Jin held the thermometer and pressed the cotton swab, which was not very convenient, so he could only nod: "Hello, Shi Jin."

"I checked the weather forecast before I came here. I came here because it said it wouldn't rain in the next few days. But it's raining so hard. I don't know what to do here." Yu You sighed and said, "Before I came here, I thought I might be able to go to Tu Miao Spring, but looking at the weather now, I probably can't go."

The attractions Shi Jin had looked up before coming here did not mention this. He paused and asked, "Tu Miao Spring?"

"Yes, Tu Miaoquan."

Yu You smiled a little embarrassedly: "I also heard it from the elders in my family. I don't know whether it is true or false."

"The mountain behind Qingliu Village is steep, and decades ago this was a territory that we and our neighboring country X were fighting over. There were dozens of wars, big and small, and countless people died here."

"I heard that blood flowed all over the mountain, soaking the soil red. In addition, it rained all year round in the village, and there were many obstacles in the forest. It was generally difficult for people who entered the mountain to get out. Over time, news spread that there were ghosts and monsters in the back mountain of Qingliu Village. Qingliu Village became famous because of this, and most of the tourists who came to visit came for this rumor."

Shi Jin lowered his eyelids, his eyes thoughtful.

He had seen this rumor when he was looking up information, but he got on the bus quickly and didn't continue reading the rest of the content.

"As for Tu Miao Spring..." Yu You shrank back, "I heard that this was the burial place for the fallen soldiers after the war. Somehow, it turned into a spring.

He looked around and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Just before I came here, I heard that someone saw the ghost of a wandering ghost near Tu Miao Spring when he went up the mountain."

"Hey, what are you talking about here?"

Miao Bo came out with the packed medicine bag and spat in annoyance: "Don't listen to these rumors. The back mountain is indeed a bit steep, but the talk about ghosts and monsters is all nonsense."

"If there really were some evil ghosts in the back mountain, would our Qingliu Village still be here today?"

Yu You touched his head and chuckled twice.

Miao Bo didn't argue with him. He walked to Shi Jin and made sure the bleeding had stopped. "Okay, take out the thermometer and have a look."

Shi Jin pursed her lips and took out the thermometer.

"Yeah." Miao Bo held up the thermometer and took a look: "The fever has subsided. Go back and keep warm. Don't get wet in the rain."

Yu Ci just heard these words when he walked in.

He closed the door to prevent the wind from outside from blowing in: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on him."

Shi Jin looked at him motionlessly.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and habitually started to tease: "What? Did you find that your dear roommate is so handsome right now?"

Based on his understanding of his roommate, he would definitely not respond to his teasing.

As expected——

"no."

Shi Jin paused for two seconds, his thin white eyelids closed: "I was just thinking about one thing."

Yu Ci put the coat he brought on Shi Jin. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "What?"

“Ginger soup.”

Ginger soup?

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with Jiang Tang?"

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of the quilt and Shi Jin lowered his eyelashes.

"Ginger soup... wasted my time."

There was clearly no expression on his face and his voice was light, but everyone present somehow heard a hint of... grievance in his words?

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Shi Zai: I feel wronged.