He fell silent again amidst his rambling. If it weren't for the faint pulse he still had, Zhao Shu would have thought he was dead.
She gently wiped the cold sweat from his cheeks. "Don't worry, I won't let you die."
Why isn't Xiao Guozi back yet? It's just brewing some medicine, does it really take that long?
Many thoughts flashed uncontrollably through my mind: What if Xiao Guozi betrayed me? What if Xiao Guozi got caught...?
The feeling of placing your hopes on others is awful.
"If you really die, is there nothing you can't let go of?" Perhaps only speaking can ease the anxiety in my heart.
However, Huo Baichuan did not answer this time; he fainted.
Actually, Zhao Shu really wanted to know who he was most concerned about before he died. She didn't have Ajiu's magnanimous attitude of changing male gods like changing clothes. Really, although she would find fault with him, Huo Baichuan was still her idol.
The disillusionment will not change the idol's status.
Maybe she's a little brain-dead.
Two quarters of an hour later, Xiao Guozi finally returned, carrying a food box and two quilts that he had somehow managed to get. "Princess, your servant is back."
"It's good that you're back." Although Zhao Shu's face remained expressionless, she was secretly delighted. "Quickly, give me the medicine."
Xiao Guozi handed over a bowl of medicine, which also contained a spoon and a straw tube. It was quite thoughtful. I couldn't help but give him an approving look. Huo Baichuan had just woken up, and it was a bit like a last burst of energy before he passed out. Now he had fainted, and Zhao Shu tried to feed him the medicine, but she couldn't get it to go down.
Fortunately, there was a herbal tube, which was used to slowly pour the medicine down her throat. After finishing the bowl of medicine, she was covered in sweat and was so hungry that her stomach was growling loudly in protest.
Xiao Guozi handed over the food with a pained expression. "This servant ran back to the city to 'buy' it. Don't worry, Your Highness, the medicine was decocted in a pot in the village. I didn't decoct it in the city."
Zhao Shu nodded upon hearing this. The food box contained fish, meat, and a bowl of porridge. She left the porridge for Huo Baichuan and ate her rice. Before eating, she asked, "Have you eaten?"
"This servant has eaten."
"Alright, bring over the few cushions in front for Young Master Huo to use as a cushion. He'll catch a chill lying on the stone slab, which is bad for his condition." Giving these instructions while eating, Xiao Guozi quickly went to carry them out.
By midnight, Huo Baichuan still hadn't woken up. He had a high fever, his skin felt like it was being roasted over a fire, and he was drenched in sweat. Zhao Shu had no choice but to ask Xiao Guozi to cut a banana about the size of a calf. Bananas are juicy and cool.
When the bananas were brought back, Zhao Shu used a dagger to cut them into round slices and applied them to his forehead and body, but the fever did not subside at all. Huo Baichuan began to talk nonsense. Since there was no advanced medicine, she could only use folk remedies. After Xiao Guozi washed the bowl, she squeezed the juice from the remaining bananas and fed it to Huo Baichuan.
Bananas are cooling in nature and can clear heat and detoxify. After drinking about half a bowl of bananas, Huo Baichuan gradually calmed down in the middle of the night and stopped talking nonsense. His fever also subsided slowly, and his body temperature returned to normal by dawn.
Zhao Shu was neither careless nor secretly pleased. She felt that Huo Baichuan's survival was somewhat due to fate, rather than to her superior medical skills.
After daybreak, I instructed Xiao Guozi to put the futon back. There were two quilts, a cover and a mattress, which were barely usable.
Life in the village is extremely simple. As soon as it gets light, the able-bodied members of the family go out to work. They usually have to go all day. Lunch is prepared early and taken with them. Sometimes, the elderly or children in the family will be brought over at the appointed time.
Therefore, by daybreak, most of the village's able-bodied people had left, leaving only the elderly and children. No one would come to the ancestral hall for no reason. Xiao Guozi had already seen what the medicinal herbs looked like last night. He knew martial arts, so this time he was the one to go out to collect herbs, brew medicine, and find food.
The medicine took effect, and after the sun was high in the sky, Huo Baichuan finally woke up again, still feeling groggy. Just then, Xiao Guozi returned, bringing hot food and porridge, as well as the medicine that had been prepared.
He woke up, then gave a nonchalant smile. "I had a dream."
Seeing the familiar smile, Zhao Shu rolled her eyes at her without any politeness, but still asked cooperatively, "What did you dream about?"
“I dreamt that some people are really cold-blooded and heartless. Even when I was about to die, I didn’t see them cry once.”
Zhao Shu rolled her eyes at him again, "So you want someone to cry for you? Fine, I'll cry for you right now."
"No need for pretense. If you're going to cry, cry after someone's dead. Who cries for the living?" This time he was displeased, glancing at Xiao Guozi, whose eyes widened in surprise. "Hurry up and get the young master's medicine!"
Xiao Guozi was rather slow-witted and didn't know how to accept the medicine. He clumsily handed it to Huo Baichuan. Huo Baichuan tried to reach out to take it, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain. However, he didn't ask Zhao Shu to feed him but instead endured the pain and drank it himself.
Just as the medicine touched her lips, Zhao Shu snatched the bowl back, saying, "Drink the porridge first, then drink the medicine."
Huo Baichuan was somewhat disappointed. He had thought she would feed him herself, but he knew she wouldn't. He didn't want to use his illness as an excuse to ask for anything.
Left and right, going with the flow is the best approach.
Moreover, Wei Tingsi is indeed more capable than him; at least he wouldn't be without the ability to resist. As for him, he almost died this time. What right does he have to compete?
If, if someone absolutely has to go to hell, then he should go, without anyone accompanying him.
Zhao Shu tested the temperature of the porridge; it was just right. She took a spoon, sat down next to Huo Baichuan, and scooped a spoonful to feed him. Huo Baichuan was stunned, his gaze somewhat blank, and his mind seemed to have stopped thinking. However, his instincts remained. He knew that if a person couldn't even protect himself, how could he protect others? So, forget it; after all, the other person didn't like him.
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