Chapter 45: The root of the disease in youth, the spiritual spring cures the disease

Jiang Ning initially thought that Liu Mingan just caught a cold and had a low fever, and he should be fine after a night's sleep.

It was not until later that Jiang Ning watched Liu Mingan's face getting redder and redder, his temperature getting higher and higher, his forehead felt hot to the touch, and he started coughing non-stop, looking like he was terminally ill and about to fall down, that she realized that the situation was much more serious than she thought.

When Jiang Ning helped Liu Mingan lie down on the bed, his vision was already a little blurry, and he spoke weakly.

Jiang Ning brought a basin of cold water, soaked a towel in it, wrung it dry, and put it on Liu Mingan's forehead, which helped Liu Mingan regain some clarity.

"Are you not feeling well? Or have you had a serious illness before and haven't recovered yet?" Jiang Ning took the opportunity to ask.

Most people wouldn't get so sick even if they got caught in the rain, let alone a young man like Liu Ming'an. How could the rain that lasted less than half an hour seem to have taken his life?

"Cough cough cough..." Liu Ming'an opened his mouth to answer, but unexpectedly his breath was stuck in his throat. He coughed for a long time, forcing out his own physiological tears. There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and he looked very pitiful.

Jiang Ning rarely felt the emotion called "unbearable", and reached out to pat Liu Ming'an on the back to help him calm down.

"Ahem... the year my father passed away, it was winter, ahem, I knelt in front of his grave for a long time, and then ahem... I fell seriously ill, had a high fever for several days and nights, and almost died. After I recovered, I may have been left with a chronic illness, and I kept getting sick from time to time in the following years. It wasn't until a few years ago when I started to grow taller that my body almost fully recovered. I've been fine ever since, but I didn't expect to fall ill again this time, ahem... "

Liu Ming'an spoke incoherently. Because he was sick, his words were vague. Jiang Ning listened to the general idea and understood that he really had an old illness. That serious illness must have caused him a lot of suffering, and his physical foundation was a little weak.

"You don't have to worry about the cough, cough, my current condition looks scary, but it will be fine in two days. I've experienced cough, cough, cough before..." Liu Ming'an added. "

Okay, I get it, you have a good rest." Jiang Ning frowned, covered Liu Ming'an with a quilt, and turned into the kitchen.

Feed Liu Ming'an with spiritual spring water. This was Jiang Ning's only idea.

But what Jiang Ning was concerned about was that the spiritual spring would take effect too quickly, and the effect would be almost immediate. Liu Ming'an was not stupid, and thinking of her previous recovery from amputated hands and feet, she would definitely be able to guess something. You

can't just slap someone to make them unconscious and let Liu Ming'an sleep for a day and a night, right?

Jiang Ning thought about it and decided to let Liu Ming'an drink two or three drops first. With such a small amount of spiritual spring, the efficacy of the medicine would be diluted, and the effect would probably be greatly reduced, right?

Liu Ming'an slept uneasily, feeling as if his body was tied to a piece of driftwood, rising and falling with the waves, with no control over it.

"Liu Ming'an, Liu Ming'an, wake up!"

In a daze, Liu Ming'an seemed to hear someone calling him. The voice was clear and cold, like water dripping from the stone wall of a cave into a silent cold pond.

Liu Ming'an tried to open his eyes, and Jiang Ning's face was very close.

"Jiang Ning." Liu Ming'an called out in a hoarse voice, his breath was weak.

Jiang Ning helped him up, then brought a bowl of white porridge from the table, scooped a spoonful and put it to Liu Ming'an's lips: "Eat something."

Liu Ming'an turned his head to the side. He now felt nauseous and uncomfortable, and couldn't eat anything.

"Just eat a little." Jiang Ning softened her voice, with a hint of coaxing.

Liu Ming'an shook his head with difficulty and said, "I don't want to eat."

In the past, according to Jiang Ning's personality, she would have already pried open Liu Ming'an's mouth and forced him to drink the bowl of porridge.

But now Jiang Ning is not so angry and her temper is much better. Liu Ming'an refused her twice, but she still put down the bowl patiently, turned around and went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of water. The water was naturally mixed with two drops of spiritual spring water.

"Then drink some water to moisten your throat." Jiang Ning handed the bowl over.

Liu Ming'an was indeed dry in the mouth, so he lowered his head and drank the water slowly from Jiang Ning's hand. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that this bowl of water was very sweet and refreshing. As soon as he drank it, his heavy body felt a little lighter.

After Liu Ming'an finished drinking the water, Jiang Ning used the back of her hand to feel the temperature of his forehead again. It was still the same as before.

"You should have a good rest." Jiang Ning said as she helped Liu Ming'an lie down.

Liu Ming'an lay on the bed, looking at Jiang Ning with gratitude, and said, "Thank you, Jiang Ning."

Jiang Ning stood by the bed, looking down at Liu Ming'an. After a moment, she gently curled her lips and said, "It should be."

When Jiang Ning finished eating and cleaned up and returned to the bed, Liu Ming'an had already fallen asleep. Jiang Ning held up the oil lamp and carefully observed his complexion. He found that it was not as scary as before. She reached out and touched his forehead. It was still hot, but the temperature had dropped a lot compared to before.

The effect of Lingquan water is indeed not to be underestimated.

Jiang Ning was relieved, staring at Liu Ming'an's face steadily, and sighed after a long while.

Ironically, Jiang Ning had killed countless souls and her hands were stained with blood. Human life was the least valuable thing to her. She didn't care about other people's lives, let alone her own life, but now, she was really afraid that Liu Ming'an would die. What a fate!

Jiang

Ning sighed in her heart, blew out the oil lamp, turned over on the bed, and prepared to go to sleep.

The next day, the cock crowed as expected. Jiang Ning opened her eyes and went to check on Liu Ming'an's condition as soon as possible, but found that Liu Ming'an had also woken up.

"How are you?" Jiang Ning had just asked when her hand was on Liu Ming'an's forehead.

Liu Ming'an looked at Jiang Ning with clear eyes and smiled, "I feel like I have never been so awake before. I feel refreshed and my five senses are sharp. I feel like I have been reborn after sleeping like this."

Jiang Ning raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised, "Is it true?"

"It's true," Liu Ming'an nodded affirmatively, and then said, "It's strange. I didn't believe that I would get better so quickly. I thought I would be bedridden for several days."

Jiang Ning narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking.

By this afternoon, the various things that were bought yesterday were delivered to Liu Ming'an's home one after another.

First, the waiter of Moxiang Pavilion carried a large bag and respectfully handed the pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstone to Liu Ming'an.

Then it was the people from Chen's Rice Shop who drove a horse-drawn carriage and stopped at the gate of Liu Ming'an Courtyard. Two waiters helped to bring down the rice, noodles, meat and a cage of chickens, attracting a crowd of people to gather around the yard to watch.

"Oh! Liu Ming'an, you've become rich, but you didn't tell the villagers!" He Qiang's wife said jokingly while holding her little son. It sounded like a joke, but there was some sincerity in it.

"Alas, we felt sorry for you for buying a disabled wife and spending all your money, but we didn't expect that your wife is fine and you have more and more money." Mrs. Zhang also said happily, while looking hard into the room to see what Jiang Ning looked like.

Several women talked to each other, some teasing, some sarcastic, and some really envious, after all, that big piece of pork and two chickens must be fake.

Liu Mingan just smiled and pretended not to hear these words. After sending the waiter away and settling the items, he bowed to the crowd of onlookers and went back to his room.

"It's boring!" The people watching the excitement curled their lips, muttered a few words and dispersed.