"Stop talking. This is a combination of external and internal injuries. You need to rest well." An Yan said as she motioned for him to lie down and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

But Wen Jiaer coughed violently again, spitting out blood again. The wound on his neck also broke, and the blood flowed into his chest. Then he fainted.

"What's wrong with him? But I can be sure that he is not poisoned." Yan Qingqiu said from the side.

"He has an old illness." An Yan told him, and then asked him, "Why are you here too?"

"I'm here to see if anyone needs help. More people means more strength." Yan Qingqiu said as he took out a medicine bottle and handed it to An Yan, saying, "Here, this can relieve the pain."

An Yan refused and said, "Keep it for yourself. He can't stand the side effects."

"Well, it has been improved. At most, it will only make you have two more dreams. It not only has the effect of relieving pain, but also has a restorative effect."

An Yan thought about it carefully and decided not to take it.

Li Rongsen felt that the situation was not good, and he said, "Should we stop the bleeding first?"

"Can you lift his head slightly so I can bandage his wound first." After saying that, An Yan made some room and took out all the medicine and bandages from her bag.

Bai Shichen, who was standing nearby, was also very worried. He asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"Bring some hot water and a clean towel. I want to help him wipe off the blood so that he won't feel uncomfortable." An Yan ordered him.

Bai Shichen nodded, and hurried back to his room to get hot water and towels, and also brought a bottle of alcohol.

An Yan first carefully treated the wound on his neck, and then sprinkled the medicine powder on it, and waited until it had completely penetrated into it before bandaging it with gauze.

Li Rongsen held Wen Jiaer's head with both hands and dared not move, so much so that his arms felt numb, but he still held on.

Fortunately, Anyan said, "Okay, just put it down, it's OK."

Li Rongsen then carefully placed Wen Jiaer's head on the pillow and asked in a low voice, "How is it now?"

"His throat is inflamed, and there is pus and phlegm in it. It won't work to use a machine to suck it out in the hospital, as it will hurt his throat. I'm going to think of a way to use medicine to relieve it." An Yan said as she turned to the table to get a prescription.

"I'll go to Wancaotang to get some medicine." Li Rongsen said.

"You stay here, I'll do the work." Yan Qingqiu hurriedly took over the job.

"You can't drive, so you stay and take care of it."

When An Yan saw Li Rongsen was about to rush out, she called him to stop him, picked up an oil-paper umbrella leaning against the wall, and said, "It's raining outside again, hold it up for a while, don't catch a cold."

Li Rongsen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took it and rushed into the rain.

An Yan was sitting beside Wen Jiaer's bed, looking at him. Suddenly, she went to find Yan Qingqiu and found him standing at the window. She stood up and walked over to him, saying, "Give me the medicine."

"You look down on me."

"Give it to me. Why are you angry with me over such a small thing?" An Yan spread out her hands and asked him for it.

Yan Qingqiu took it out and handed it to her palm, and then said: "I feel that his illness is very unusual, as if he is entangled with many obsessions. The fortune tellers in the East Palace all know that this is an obsession that he can't let go of and is unwilling to give up. He has been holding on to it for many lifetimes."

"I know." An Yan nodded.

"This is the real cause of the disease. Apart from himself, no one else can do anything." Yan Qingqiu told her seriously.

An Yan didn't say anything to him. She just poured out a pill, put it into a small bowl to dissolve it, and then fed it into his mouth spoonful by spoonful, and occasionally wiped the medicine that seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Qingqiu walked closer to take a look, and he found that An Yan was quite patient with him.

Bai Shichen came in with some snacks and said, "I just made something. You guys should have some. It's almost dawn."

An Yan looked at her watch and it was already seven o'clock. She said, "You go and do your thing. I'll be here."

"Okay, I feel relieved with you here. I'll go to the fields first." Bai Shichen nodded and said, "My door is open. You can go over and rest anytime."

An Yan nodded, and she said to Yan Qingqiu: "Go to the front and sleep for a while, there is nothing to do here."

"No, I'll watch it with you."

"Go ahead. I notice you keep yawning. You won't be in the mood for help when I really need your help." An Yan motioned for him to go quickly.

Yan Qingqiu thought this was true, so he went forward.

But he came back after a while, carrying a chair, put it next to the bed, and said to An Yan: "Come, sit here, this bamboo chair is wide and comfortable."

An Yan nodded and said, "Okay, go back to sleep."

Only then did Yan Qingqiu leave.

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The rain outside the window has not stopped yet, and it is getting heavier and heavier.

Wen Jiaer's breathing was a little calmer at this moment, and his brows were no longer wrinkled. It should be that Yan Qingqiu's painkillers took effect, which made An Yan feel slightly relieved. She looked at his wound again, and there was no bleeding.

After a while, he began to talk nonsense. I heard him say, "Dog Emperor, I must kill you today."

An Yan was startled.

He added, "Ah Yan, if I can't see you in this life, I'll see you in the next life." Then he sat up, waving his hands around as if trying to grab something, and said, "As long as I'm safe, I don't dare to have any other extravagant wishes."

"Jiaer." An Yan was not sure whether he was conscious or not, so she stopped his hands from moving.

But Wen Jiaer held her hand tightly and said, "Ah Yan, I am going to die, but you have to live well."

An Yan took a deep breath, and saw him fall straight down again, without any movement, but he began to sweat, almost soaking his clothes.

She first unbuttoned his shirt, then wrung out the towel with hot water and wiped his sweat, her movements gentle and careful. She didn't notice that Li Rongsen had returned with medicine. Not only did he bring back a lot of herbs, he also brought her medicine cauldron and medicine stove.

He stood at the door and did not go in immediately. It was the first time he saw An Yan treat a man so gently. He was afraid of waking him up or hurting him.

Why didn't she let Yan Qingqiu do these things? Wen Jiaer was a man after all.

An Yan felt the gaze and turned around to see that it was Li Rongsen who had returned. She quickly put down the cotton handkerchief and went over to take over his things, saying, "Why did you bring so much here?"

"It's easier than going back and forth again and again." Li Rongsen handed her the tripod in his hand and said, "This should be useful to you."

"Thanks for thinking of it." An Yan chuckled and placed the medicine cauldron on the table first.

Li Rongsen washed his hands first, then went to see Wang Jiaer. He found that he was sweating all the time, so he said, "I'll wipe his sweat off. You can take a rest."

"I'll make medicine for him." An Yan said as she started to collect the herbs.

"Where is Yan Qingqiu? Why isn't he here?" Li Rongsen asked.

"I asked him to go to the front and sleep for a while. He kept snoring and looked listless." An Yan answered him and glanced out the window, saying, "It has been raining all the time. I always thought it was night."

Li Rongsen lowered his eyes to look at Wen Jiaer, and saw that he suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "If I can't come back, you can live your own life, even if you forget me."

What kind of strange words were these? Li Rongsen was confused. He turned to look at An Yan and asked, "What's wrong with him? Is he talking in his sleep?"