The sudden potion choked Zuo An and he started coughing. Seeing this, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly covered his mouth.
"Stop coughing, or you'll cough all the medicine away!"
Zuo An, who was unable to cough, was choked to the point of tears streaming down his face.
Zuo An's trembling shoulders, covered with his mouth, took a full cup of tea to stop shaking. Zuo An, the most fortunate assassin of his generation, had survived Hua Qingcheng's hands, and his death was a miserable one, choking to death.
Seeing that Zuo An had finally calmed down, Hua Qingcheng grabbed his collar and lifted him up, then with a "clang", threw him on the bed and made him lie flat.
"Okay, I've given Zuo An the antipyretic medicine. If nothing goes wrong, his temperature will go down within half an hour." After Hua Qingcheng said this, she got up from the bed and prepared to go out.
“Wait!”
"You have to stay here until he gets better. You are not allowed to leave!"
Bu Youran stretched out an arm, blocking Hua Qingcheng's path. Although the medicine this woman had given her son seemed fine for now, it would be better to detain her first for safety reasons.
"No! Of course not. I'm just going to the yard to get a basin of water for your son. If you don't believe me, you can follow me." If it weren't for the fact that the other party was Zuo An's biological mother, Hua Qingcheng really wanted to shoot her down with one shot.
Bu Youran's expression relaxed a little when she heard this, but she did not let down her guard against Hua Qingcheng. She followed her to the yard to fetch water, and then returned to the room.
"Zuo'an's mother, the water has been brought back. You can use cold compress to reduce his fever." Hua Qingcheng handed the handkerchief directly to Bu Youran.
"joke!"
"How could I know how to do this kind of serving work? You come!" Bu Youran directly carried Hua Qingcheng to the bed.
"He's your son!"
After complaining, Hua Qingcheng wet a handkerchief with cold water, wrung it out until it was half dry, and placed it on Zuo An's forehead. Every once in a while, Hua Qingcheng would change the handkerchief on Zuo An's forehead, and this went on for half an hour.
"Your son's fever has subsided!"
After touching Zuo An's forehead, his neck and hands, Hua Qingcheng said to Bu Youran.
This woman actually dared to touch her son in front of her. It seems that their relationship is not simple... Bu Youran looked at Hua Qingcheng with an even more unfriendly look.
Under the dual effects of antipyretics and physical cooling, Zuo An, who had a high fever, finally got rid of the fever and gradually regained consciousness.
"Why...are you here?"
He glanced at Hua Qingcheng who was sitting at the head of the bed, and Bu Youran who was standing beside her. Seeing them both appear in his room at the same time, Zuo An looked at Bu Youran with a look of alertness.
Attachment: (Small Theater)
Zuo An: "Why is it that Si Chengfeng and I are treated so differently for having the same fever?"
Hua Qingcheng: "Your uncle Zuo'an is tall and strong, as strong as a bull. But Afeng is different. He is delicate and fragile, like a flower that needs to be cared for..."
Zuo An: "Ah Feng, Ah Feng, you're calling me so affectionately, aren't you afraid of making me jealous..." (Is it too late for me to pretend to be weak now?)
Hua Qingcheng: "Then how about I call you Zuo?"
Shan Zuo, holding the sword in his arms, brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen on his forehead and protested coldly, "Master, that's my name!" (And he planned to only let Feng Qiyan call him that from now on.)
Hua Qingcheng: "Then I can only call you Ah Ah!"
Zuo An: "It's A'an, not ah!"
Hua Qingcheng: "Try to scream a few times yourself?"
Zuo An: "Forget it, just call me Uncle Zuo!"
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