Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Lola's complexion changed slightly. Thinking of getting along with Chu Muhan day and night these days, she couldn't help worrying, "What are the symptoms if you get an infectious disease?"

Seeing her nervous expression, Song Qianxi felt tens of thousands of alpacas galloping past, Chu Muhan must have been slapped hard these days, he was so angry, he couldn't show it and forced a smile.

"Typical symptoms include headache and fever, chest tightness, shortness of breath, poor sleep, and poor appetite..." Song Qianxi Balabalahu made up some common symptoms.

Hearing this, Lola's face became even uglier, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back to hide from Chu Muhan like a plague. There was still no trace of sweetness and tenderness just now, "Treat me well, call me if you need anything."

Leave these words behind and leave in a hurry.

Song Qianxi's lips couldn't help but sneer.

There is no medical alcohol on the island, so she fetched a basin of cold water, wrung out the towel and wiped his body to try to cool down. When she wiped her left hand, the two blood holes were still there. Because the seawater soaked the wound and severely inflamed the bullet, she had to remove the bullet as soon as possible.

She held Chu Muhan's hand in distress, pressed it against her face, and said softly: "Muhan wake up, we are saved, as long as you wake up, you can leave this ghost place, do you hear me, don't sleep, If you sleep again, you will become someone else's husband, are you willing to make me sad..."

At the end, the voice was a little choked up.

She was afraid, really afraid that Chu Muhan would not be able to survive, and how she hoped that Qin Muyang would find them in the next second.

In the quiet and silent environment, all senses would be infinitely magnified, anxiety and fear eroded Song Qianxi little by little, her mood became heavier, flustered, and she shed tears.

With a 'creak' sound, the door was opened, disturbing Song Qianxi who was immersed in her own world. She immediately wiped away her tears, put down Chu Muhan's hand as if nothing had happened, and looked towards the door.

Lola entered the house with a basket of herbs, "These are picked from the mountains, see if they are useful."

Song Qianxi saw several herbal medicines that were effective for colds, and ecstatically stepped forward to take them, "It's useful, it's so useful. The combination of these two herbs can reduce fever."

"That's good." Lola was happy, glanced at Chu Muhan on the bed, and sighed: "I can't help here, so let's go first, call me if you need anything."

She left, and Song Qianxi saw the withered grass on her skirt.

Looking down at the herbs in the basket, she picked them all...

Although she lived on such an island, Lola seemed pampered at first glance. Being able to do this for Chu Muhan proved that she really liked Chu Muhan.

Alas, something tricky.

There are no medicine pots on the island, so Song Qianxi decocts the medicine in a large pot.

He returned to the room with the unpleasant-smelling herbal medicine, stirred it with a porcelain spoon to cool it down, took a sip and handed it to Chu Muhan's mouth, but he couldn't swallow it, and all the medicine juice fell down his jaw.

"If you can't drink it, what should you do?"

Song Qianxi looked at the closed door, hesitated for a while, took a mouthful of medicine and pressed it to Chu Muhan's lips, and poured the medicine juice into his mouth little by little. He diligently wiped Chu Muhan's body to cool down.

She undressed and took care of Chu Muhan every day, and the sky paid off, and Chu Muhan's fever finally subsided.

Song Qianxi let go of her hanging heart.

This day, Song Qianxi fed the medicine as usual, he opened his eyes suddenly, there was a soft touch on his lips, and the disgusting smell of Chinese medicine spread in his mouth, the most visual impact was the dirty woman in front of him.