Chapter 70 The cold weather adds to the sickbed's suffering.
The lights are off as dawn breaks.
The snow had just cleared, and it was clearly a sunny day. The sound of melting snow under the eaves was more noticeable, one sound after another, adding a sense of peace to this mountain wilderness, which was teeming with strange and unsettling creatures.
Heng Qichun woke up near noon because he went to bed too late last night.
The bed beside him was empty. Heng Qichun reached out and touched it, noticing that the bedding on the other side was still warm, indicating that Lou Yan had just gotten up not long ago.
He shifted his body and leaned against the soft pillow behind him, trying to wake himself up, but quickly fell asleep again.
When she regained consciousness, she was awakened by Lou Yan's repeated calls of "Master".
Heng Qichun struggled to open his eyes, only to find his eyelids unusually heavy, and his skin from his eyes down to his entire body felt sore and tired, leaving him with no strength at all.
"Hmm..." he managed to utter, his voice hoarse with weariness.
Lou Yan squatted nervously by the bedside, watching his master wake up. His brows were almost furrowed. When he met Heng Qichun's pale and weak gaze, he simply reached out and touched Heng Qichun's forehead with the back of his finger.
"Master seems a bit hot." Lou Yan secretly regretted, "He must have forgotten to light a fire to keep warm in the middle of the night, and his cold has gotten worse."
They kissed each other until dawn last night. The two of them were so hot that they had long forgotten that the fire in the stove had burned out and that the warm talisman had been taken away by Lou Yan. They fell asleep fully clothed.
Heng Qichun didn't know how to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, and he was already suffering from a cold. He might have caught a chill in the middle of the night.
Last night's events were absurd after all. Even if Lou Yan's initial intention was to appease Heng Qichun, he still took the initiative to kiss someone while Heng Qichun was suffering from amnesia.
When Lou Yan met those clear, pale eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
And that bowl of rabbit meat was also completely wasted by them.
Lou Yan lowered her head and touched her nose. She picked up the bowl and spoon that she had placed by the bed and handed them to Heng Qichun. She smiled and said, "Master must be hungry. There is still some goat milk at home. I made some goat milk soup."
He didn't expect Heng Qichun to eat by himself, so he took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and offered it to Heng Qichun, coaxing him in the same gentle tone as last night: "Master, eat a little first. After you finish eating, I'll go out and ask a doctor to come and take a look at you."
Heng Qichun felt unusually weak all over.
He tried to get up by supporting himself on the bed behind him with one hand, but after struggling for a moment, he leaned back onto the soft pillow, his arm so heavy that he couldn't lift it even an inch.
"Cough cough..." Heng Qichun covered his mouth and coughed lightly, tacitly acknowledging the fact that Lou Yan had said his cold had worsened.
He opened his mouth and let Lou Yan hand him a spoonful of soup. The slightly sweet aroma exploded in his mouth, instantly relieving his dry throat.
Heng Qichun swallowed the food, lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at Lou Yan, his voice soft and indifferent, like a cloud floating in the sky.
He asked sincerely, "You offended everyone on the mountain last night, how can you possibly get a doctor?"
Lou Yan became somewhat sullen upon hearing this topic.
He instinctively felt that Heng Qichun was blaming him again, so he secretly peeked at him, but he couldn't detect any blaming emotion in Heng Qichun's eyes.
Lou Yan sighed and confirmed in his mind once again that Heng Qichun had lost his memory. He pursed his lips, scooped up another spoonful of soup and handed it over, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Master's health is the most important thing. If the doctor refuses to come, I'll just kneel down and apologize to him."
Heng Qichun paused for a moment, then a blush suddenly rose on her pale cheeks.
The scene of Lou Yan kneeling down to him last night was still vivid in his mind, followed by the kiss from the little wolf. Even though Heng Qichun had a general idea that it was just a way for him to comfort himself, he still couldn't help but blush.
Lou Yan never expected this floor.
He squatted by the bedside, holding the remaining half bowl of goat milk custard. He blinked twice, his upturned eyes highlighting the beauty mark under his eye, and asked in surprise, "Master, why is your face so red!"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch Heng Qichun's forehead again.
Heng Qichun tilted her head and coughed twice, subtly avoiding Lou Yan's hand, the blush on her face instantly moistening the corners of her eyes.
"No...cough cough cough, I'm fine..." he said. "You shouldn't...don't beg them. If they can't come, they can't come."
Lou Yan's hand holding the porcelain bowl trembled involuntarily.
In both his past and present lives, when had he ever heard Heng Qichun speak with such concern, preferring to be ill himself rather than let him bow his head and beg for help...
Ugh...
Lou Yan sniffed and became even more determined to invite a doctor for his master.
He stirred the goat milk custard in his hand, scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips to test the temperature. After confirming that the custard was still warm, he carefully fed it to Heng Qichun, saying, "Then Master, have another sip of milk."
He had only said a few words when Heng Qichun felt his throat become inexplicably dry and hoarse again. He bent down and leaned over to take a small sip of the spoon in Lou Yan's hand.
The sweet aroma of milk immediately filled my mouth, and a handful of warmth surged from the tip of my tongue into my stomach.
Heng Qichun's Adam's apple bobbed as he silently savored the warmth that enveloped him. He leaned back on the soft pillow, about to praise Lou Yan's cooking, when he felt a churning in his stomach.
"Hmm..."
Lou Yan was startled and watched as Heng Qichun gripped the bed and tried to get up, the effort so great that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
He was stunned for a moment before belatedly realizing that Heng Qichun wanted to vomit, and hurriedly handed him a basin, "Master?"
Heng Qichun vomited up all the goat milk soup he had just eaten.
His lips turned pale, and he continued to gag for a long time afterward. His hunched posture caused his shoulders to tremble slightly, and his chest to rise and fall uncontrollably.
Lou Yan couldn't remember how long he vomited; perhaps it was the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or perhaps just the time it takes for a cup of tea to drink.
He changed the water to warm water and tried to feed it to Heng Qichun, but Heng Qichun choked on it all after only taking one sip.
It's over.
Lou Yan stood frozen in place, holding the remaining half-cup of warm water. Looking at Heng Qichun's pale face and trembling hands and feet, she couldn't help but feel flustered.
—Has his master really become this ill?
A fire was lit on the small stove by the door. The room wasn't very hot, but a fine layer of sweat quickly appeared on Lou Yan's forehead.
He put the porcelain cup aside, frowned and pondered for a moment, then decisively raised his hand and made a hand seal.
Previously, when Heng Qichun was injured by Xu Shengzi in Huatan Town, Wei Xiuzhu used the Spirit Renewal Technique on Heng Qichun, and at that time he took a drop of his blood to heal Heng Qichun's wounds.
Although Lou Yan did not understand the talismans used by medical practitioners, his spiritual power might be useful for Wen Yangheng Qichun's body.
A pale golden spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips. Lou Yan silently chanted, using the gentlest method to transfer the spiritual energy into Heng Qichun's body.
Lou Yan recklessly squandered his spiritual power.
Since the villagers had already discovered him once, he wasn't afraid of being discovered a second time. At worst, he'd just say it was truly the spirit of the Nine-Child Mother who had sent children to their family.
After a long while, Lou Yan withdrew his spiritual power, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled Heng Qichun into his arms, stared at the obvious beads of sweat on his master's forehead, and asked, "Master, are you feeling better?"
Heng Qichun was unable to speak.
The retching he had just experienced had exhausted him, leaving him completely powerless. He could only lie limply on Lou Yan's lap, his chest still heaving.
But at this moment, his lower abdomen was warm, and the spiritual energy that Lou Yan had transferred in was still circulating in his body, which did indeed alleviate the discomfort a lot.
Heng Qichun exhaled softly, closed his eyes, and gently murmured "Mmm".
Only after hearing that faint, muffled groan from a mosquito did Lou Yan's extremely flustered heart finally calm down.
He dared not feed Heng Qichun anymore. Seeing his sickly appearance, he dared not leave him alone at home. So he simply held him in his arms in this position, observing Heng Qichun's reaction while gently rocking him.
Time stretched out, the light and shadows shifted outside the window, and the hazy clouds made the sky appear and disappear, and before long it moved from midday to afternoon.
Heng Qichun had fallen asleep again without realizing it, but his sleep was not very restful, and he was frowning tightly in his dreams.
Lou Yan held him tightly, afraid to move and wake him up. She was even careful with her breathing, and dared not move even when her arms were sore and numb.
He had never really taken care of anyone before, and he certainly didn't know how to take care of Heng Qichun, who couldn't use spiritual power.
Now that he's no longer in the Eighteen Realms, all the connections he made in the Lu Duan Sect are useless, and he can no longer ask other demon beasts for help through the "Demon Ear Message Tree" as before.
He stared at Heng Qichun's sleeping profile, his gaze involuntarily falling on the man's tightly furrowed brows, and began to vaguely think—when he was still a little wolf cub, he was bitten by a snake while playing outside, how did his mother take care of him?
The courtyard was covered in snow, and Lou Yan's thoughts drifted back more than two hundred years.
That was before the Tiger Clan appeared; the Wolf Clan occupied the entire Spirit Mountain.
Lou Yan was young and ignorant. While the other wolves were out hunting, he slipped out of the cave to inspect his territory.
Later, he was bitten on the tail by a snake.
The snake was probably poisonous. Lou Yan screamed and ran back to the cave. Before nightfall, he developed a high fever and fainted. His mother licked all the fur off his body before he recovered.
Oh, and licking.
Lou Yan slapped his forehead in annoyance; how could he have almost forgotten about this?
Heng Qichun was awakened by an itch on the back of his neck.
"Ugh..." He weakly flinched, only to feel something slippery and hot moving on the back of his neck.
It's so itchy!
"Master is awake?" Lou Yan noticed Heng Qichun's actions and quickly stopped licking him, lowering his head to ask, "Are you feeling any better now?"
"Um……"
Heng Qichun gave a vague answer, his mind still racing: what exactly was licking him...?
Seeing that Heng Qichun was in much better spirits than before, Lou Yan immediately beamed with joy. He leaned over and licked the back of Heng Qichun's neck twice with the tip of his tongue before finally putting him down to lie down.
Heng Qichun's eyes widened suddenly. Before he could react, he heard Lou Yan say, "Then Master, lie down for a while longer. I'll go and fetch the doctor."
He had no strength left and was too exhausted to argue with Lou Yan, so he just nodded listlessly, "Okay."
With a creak.
Lou Yan went out, bringing in a chill as he opened the door, but it quickly vanished into the blazing fire.
Heng Qichun looked out the window, suppressing the urge to call out to Lou Yan through the thin paper windowpane.
His hand slid down and gently touched his lower abdomen, where there was a slight ache.
Never mind, let's wait until Lou Yan comes back before we talk about it.
I wonder if he can get a doctor...
As it turns out, Heng Qichun's concerns were quite valid.
Because Lou Yan did not invite a doctor.
As soon as he stepped out, he bumped into Wang Sheng, who was running excitedly toward their courtyard, shouting in disbelief.
"Female Tree!"
"The female tree has produced a new fertilized pearl!"
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Author's Note: There will be a short scene depicting a false pregnancy; you won't actually have a child. All unusual behavior has a reason, which will be explained later.
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