Qingfeng was staring at his young master with worry.
Jing Qingrong, who was originally sleeping peacefully, suddenly frowned and his whole body tensed up. It was obvious that he had dreamed of something bad.
"Young Master, Young Master?" Qingfeng stepped forward and called softly.
Jing Qingrong didn't wake up, so Qingfeng reached out and shook his arm, calling him even louder.
But Jing Qingrong still didn't wake up.
His expression became more and more uncomfortable and panicked, and he was muttering something. Qingfeng moved closer to listen and only heard two words: "No".
"Young Master! Wake up!" Qingfeng felt that he had tried very hard, but it was useless.
He had no choice but to run out in a hurry and ask someone to call a doctor.
After giving the order, Qingfeng returned to the house. Jing Qingrong was still immersed in the nightmare, with cold sweat on his forehead, and he looked very painful.
Qingfeng was so anxious that his eyes turned red, but he couldn't think of a solution.
Wait until the doctor comes.
The doctor tried calling out a few times and pinched Jing Qingrong's palm, but he still didn't wake up.
"I'm afraid this will require an acupuncture." The doctor said to Qingfeng helplessly.
Qingfeng was worried about Jing Qingrong and couldn't care about anything else at this moment, so he said, "Then hurry up and get it done."
The doctor nodded and took out a silver needle from the medicine box. At this time, Jing Qingrong on the bed suddenly struggled violently, and the movement was so loud that the whole bed was shaking.
"Hold him down quickly!" shouted the doctor holding a silver needle in his hand.
Qingfeng quickly stepped forward and pressed Jing Qingrong's hands firmly, and asked the servants beside him to help, and controlled Jing Qingrong firmly.
The doctor quickly took advantage of this opportunity to give the patient an injection.
After a while, Jing Qingrong gradually calmed down and the doctor gave him another injection.
"You can loosen it now and wait and see." said the doctor.
Qingfeng let go of his hand, asked the servant to step aside, and stood by the bed, staring at Jing Qingrong.
It felt like a long time had passed.
"Why haven't you woken up yet, sir?" he frowned.
The doctor raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face and said, "Wait a little longer." This was just the beginning of the wait!
Qingfeng's face was almost wrinkled into a ball.
A while later.
Jing Qingrong still didn't wake up. This time Qingfeng looked at the doctor, but he hadn't spoken yet.
The doctor said, "I can give you another shot."
"Will giving my young master so many injections cause him to get sick?" he frowned.
The doctor looked helpless and said, "Then, just wait patiently for a while?"
Qingfeng looked at Jing Qingrong, who seemed about to frown again, so he said to the doctor, "You give him the injection."
The doctor nodded and walked forward to give Jing Qingrong another injection in his hand.
This time Jing Qingrong really woke up quickly.
He looked at Qingfeng beside him with a pair of misty peach blossom eyes, tears in his eyes, and asked him with tears in his eyes:
"Qingfeng, was I dreaming just now?"
Qingfeng came forward and gently helped him sit up, and comforted him softly: "Yes, it was a dream, it was all fake, just a dream."
The doctor took Jing Qingrong's pulse and diagnosed him, then removed the needle after confirming that he was fine.
At this time, Mrs. Jing hurried over.
"Rong'er! What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Does it hurt?" After entering the room, Mrs. Jing quickly walked to the bed, sat down beside the bed with a worried look on her face, took Jing Qingrong's hand and asked.
Jing Qingrong shook his head and didn't respond.
Qingfeng explained on the side: "Madam, the young master just had a nightmare and was oppressed by the nightmare."
This is a saying passed down from our ancestors. Sometimes when you have a nightmare and can't wake up, it's because you're being oppressed by a monster called a nightmare. But as long as you wake up, everything will be fine.
Mrs. Jing breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed Jing Qingrong's condition with the doctor. After confirming that he was fine, she let the doctor go first.
"Rong'er." She called out distressedly.
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