He walked to the side door with difficulty and called out weakly twice, "Yu Jiao, Yu... Jiao..."
When Yu Jiao heard the sound, she quickly opened the door, and seeing Yu Qizhe looking in pain and pale, she hurried forward to support him, helped him to the bed in the inner room, and put her hand on his pulse.
Yu Fuling's face turned pale with fright, and she fumbled around, not knowing what to do.
"What's wrong with you, little brother?" Yu Fuling asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, there is a lot of impurities accumulated in his body. Although his Qi and blood are disordered now, he will be fine if he spits out the impurities." Although she said so, the residual poison in Yu Qizhe's body was more severe than she thought. For some reason, the Qi in Dantian was surging. Yu Jiao didn't show it on her face, and whispered to Yu Fuling, "Go get a basin of hot water."
Yu Fuling quickly brought in a basin of hot water. Yu Jiao wet a towel in the basin and gently wiped the sweat off Yu Qizhe's cheeks. She said to Yu Fuling, "Bring the medicine box."
Yu Jiao got up and went back to the house, and took out the century-old ginseng that she had dug from the mountain. Most of it had been cut off before it was used as medicine for Yu Qizhe to recuperate. Yu Jiao picked up the remaining half and went back to the inner room.
Yu Fuling hurriedly brought back the medicine box from the main room. Yu Jiao handed the medicine package she had prepared earlier to Yu Fuling and asked her to boil the medicine.
Then he took out a needle bag from the medicine box and said softly to Yu Qizhe, whose face was so weak that the blood had completely faded, "Does it hurt a lot? I'll use silver needles to prick your acupuncture points to help relieve the pain. It will feel better. Just bear with it for a while until the remaining poison is vomited out."
Yu Qizhe looked at her. Although his handsome eyebrows were stained with pain, his narrow peach blossom eyes were warm and gentle, and he nodded slightly.
Yu Jiao picked up the silver needle, only to realize that she had let slip the residual poison. However, seeing that Yu Qizhe had no reaction, she thought that he was in too much pain and did not notice it at all. She relaxed her expression, loosened Yu Qizhe's collar with one hand, tore open his shirt, exposing his chest, and with the other hand picked up the silver needle and accurately pierced several acupuncture points.
After dozens of needles and about an incense stick of time, Yu Qizhe's face looked a little better, regaining a bit of color. He lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Jiao's round and crystal fingertips holding the needle, and teased her intentionally, "Now you have seen my body, but from now on I will be yours."
Yu Jiao was not prepared for him to spare the time to joke around. She looked at Yu Qizhe's jade-white chest. She didn't feel anything when the needle was inserted just now, but her face became hot after being teased by Yu Qizhe. She glanced at Yu Qizhe's flat abdomen and said with disinterest, "You don't even have abdominal muscles. Your frail body is nothing to look at. I asked you to marry me before but you refused. Now I don't want you to marry me!"
"You like abdominal muscles. I will exercise when I get better in the future. I was ignorant before, but now I sincerely regret it. I hope you will look back at me and please don't let me down." Yu Qizhe smiled softly, his cold and handsome sick face was particularly good-looking, and he looked so sickly that people wanted to ravage him.
Yu Jiao suppressed the evil thoughts in her heart, her pretty face turned slightly pink, she glanced at him, but her voice was very gentle, "What are you doing? Doesn't it hurt?"
Yu Qizhe's lips were pale, and when he saw Yu Jiao's cheeks were white and pink, his heart couldn't help but itch a little. His peach blossom eyes sparkled, and he smiled and said softly, "It hurts. If you can comfort me, it will feel much better."
Seeing that he was becoming more and more frivolous, Yu gave him a glare and said, "Be more reserved. It's not right for a sister to coax her brother."
Yu Qizhe smiled faintly. How could his wife become a brother? Thinking of the soft and intimate voice when Yu Jiao called him little brother in the past, he narrowed his narrow eyes and coaxed in a low voice, "Since he is my brother, you should call me brother."
Yu Jiao couldn't bring herself to call out. Not to mention that she thought Yu Qizhe was just a teenager, how could she not recognize the teasing tone he used?
Seeing her lowering her eyes and keeping silent with a shy face, Yu Qizhe found it even more amusing and the smile in his eyes deepened. But in the next moment, he frowned and his internal organs ached, and he groaned in pain.
Yu Jiao placed a spittoon at the bedside and also prepared a clean handkerchief.
Yu Qizhe only felt the blood surging in his chest and a fishy and sweet taste in his throat. He reached out and grabbed the spittoon and vomited a mouthful of red and black blood.
Yu Jiao reached out and gently patted his back. Yu Qizhe vomited for a long time, until his face turned red. Finally, he vomited out all the blood in his chest, and the vomited blood turned from black to red.
Yu Jiao was not idle. She quickly poured him a glass of water for Yu Qizhe to rinse his mouth, and used a handkerchief to wipe the dirt on his lips. Then she stuffed the remaining half of the old ginseng into Yu Qizhe's mouth and told him, "Chew it up and swallow it slowly."
Vomiting out these residual poisons also caused Yu Qizhe's qi and blood to be greatly depleted. He was completely dependent on this small piece of old mountain ginseng to replenish his qi and blood.
The flush on Yu Qizhe's face soon disappeared, and his sick skin was frighteningly pale. Yu Fuling brought in the boiled medicine, and seeing that Yu Qizhe was almost unrecognizable, she was so scared that she burst into tears.
Fortunately, Song and Yu Mengshan were busy outside and did not see what happened, otherwise they would have been worried as well.
Yu Jiao took the medicine bowl from Yu Fuling, and seeing that Yu Qizhe was so weak that he could hardly lift his hands, she scooped some medicine with a spoon and poured it into his lips.
After spitting out so much blood, Yu Qizhe almost fainted. Relying on his willpower to hold on, he opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine that Yu Jiao brought to his lips bit by bit.
When the medicine soup was finished, Yu Jiao handed the bowl to Yu Fuling, tucked in the corner of Yu Qizhe's quilt, and said softly, "Close your eyes and get some sleep. After this, you will be well again with a little care in the future."
Yu Qizhe's eyes went dark and he could no longer hold on. He listened to Yu Jiao's words and obediently closed his eyes. Soon he fell into a coma.
Seeing that Yu Fuling was still crying, Yu Jiao said gently, "Don't cry, his illness will be completely cured in the future, and he will be as healthy as an ordinary person."
Yu Fuling wiped away her tears with her sleeve, nodded and said sincerely, "Okay, I won't cry anymore. Yu Jiao, I will remember your kindness in saving me forever."
Yu Jiao smiled and said, "I'll stay with him. I'll trouble you to bring the food to his room later."
Yu Fuling responded. She felt relieved that Yu Jiao was watching over Yu Qizhe, so she took the bowl of medicine and handed it out.
Seeing that Yu Qizhe was sleeping soundly, Yu Jiao pulled out the silver needle from his chest and put it in the needle bag. She tidied the room, sat down at the table, and bound the written medical book into a volume, preparing to take it to Huichuntang and give it to Jiang Qinghe when she went to the town one day.
After Song finished cooking, Yu Fuling brought the meal to Yu Jiao's room. Fearing that her parents would worry, she did not mention Yu Qizhe's vomiting blood. She only said that Yu Qizhe was tired from reading and had rested.
Neither Song nor Yu Mengshan suspected anything and the matter was kept secret.
Yu Jiao was afraid that Yu Qizhe would wake up with an empty stomach, so she specially cooked a pot of nourishing medicinal porridge on the medicine stove. As a result, she stayed by his side for most of the night and was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, but Yu Qizhe didn't wake up. She felt his pulse several times and confirmed that he was just sleeping soundly before she leaned against the bed and closed her eyes and dozed for a while.
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