After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The person who was whispering in Shen Jinmo's ear suddenly felt the person next to him getting hotter and hotter.

His hand reached out to Shen Jinmo's forehead again, and as expected, Shen Jinmo had a high fever under the bruises all over his body.

When Xie Nanxing ordered Mo Ping to fetch Cheng Yangqiu, he had already taken off all of Shen Jinmo's pajamas.

Because the wounds had been fanned dry before he put on his clothes, and the wound in the front was not compressed, when Xie Nanxing carefully tore off half of his clothes, it was only stained with scattered blood.

Cheng Yangqiu first applied the antipyretic medicine on the front, Yang Huai and Xie Nanxing fanned the medicine dry together, and then Mo Ping hugged Shen Jinmo and lay on the bed covered with smooth white cloth.

The pajamas pressed against her back no longer looked like the white they once were.

And this piece of clothing, which was blended with the texture, was forcibly pulled out from Shen Jinmo's back.

With his teeth biting his inner lip, Xie Nanxing's mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

"Cheng Yangqiu, is it enough to just apply this potion?"

Cheng Yangqiu stared at Xie Nanxing and said, "Master Xie, Lord Shen is your husband. You won't interfere with his treatment just because you've suffered before, just to prevent him from suffering the same pain, right?"

"No, you go and rest first. I want to apply the medicine to him myself."

Xie Nanxing took the potion from Cheng Yangqiu and knelt beside Shen Jinmo's bed.

He just wanted Shen Jinmo to feel less pain.

Even if it's just a little bit less, it's worth it.

He would first soak the clothes to be taken off with the cotton wool soaked in medicine, then slightly lift them up and stop to blow them.

Yang Huai will take this opportunity to apply the new potion to Shen Jinmo's exposed skin.

Cheng Yangqiu looked down at Xie Nanxing and Yang Huai's behavior and felt inexplicably stupid.

How could someone change something that could be done in a cup of tea into something that takes an hour and a half just to relieve a little bit of pain?

But as a doctor, Cheng Yangqiu would not worry about what the patient's family does as long as it does not affect the effect of the treatment.

I walked out of the house carrying the medicine box, and when I stood at the door, the blue curtain falling in the sky heralded the arrival of dawn.

As for the dawn that belongs to Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing, when will it come?

He turned his head to look in the direction of the bed, and then looked at Sui Yi who was standing guard at the door wearing a silver mask.

"Sir, why don't you persuade Yang Huai to take a rest?"

It would take Shen Jinmo Guang on the bed ten days or half a month to wake up, not to mention the recovery afterwards.

Even a body made of iron cannot withstand such torture. Even if Yang Huai's body is better than Xie Nanxing's, even martial artists cannot withstand such intensity, so how can Yang Huai withstand it?

Suiichi shook his head: "He won't listen to me."

"Why do I feel that Yang Huai cares more about Master Xie?"

Sui Yi rolled his eyes at Cheng Yangqiu, but had to admit the fact.

"Xie Nanxing saved him, Xie Nanxing gave him light, Xie Nanxing fulfilled his ambition, and Xie Nanxing helped him get revenge."

So, although Sui was jealous again and again, he didn't dare to say a bad word to Xie Nanxing.

As a person who just sits back and enjoys the fruits of others' labor, what qualifications does he have to compete with Xie Nanxing, a flower grower?

"Why don't you go and persuade Master Xie to take a break."

Only after Xie Nanxing took a rest would Yang Huai follow suit.

"Humph." Cheng Yangqiu recalled some past events: "He wishes he could have the same injury as Lord Shen. How could he possibly rest?"

Sui pursed his lips and turned back: "Mad man."

Xie Nanxing is a complete lunatic.

Lu Bai returned to Xie Mansion when the sun rose. Without the order from Xie Nanxing, the commander who held the blood jade of Qiling Army, even if he knew how to contact Lu Cheng, he could not arrange anything for Lu Cheng.

In Shen Jinmo's eyes, his current identity is Xie Nanxing's bodyguard, so he can only do the bodyguard's job.

As for everything that had been done before, he was not allowed to interfere.

Otherwise, the inevitable outcome is death.

Standing at the door of the main room, Lu Bai looked through the door at Xie Nanxing who was lying on the bed, holding Shen Jinmo's little finger.

Listening to such shallow breathing, Lu Bai stood at the door without making any movement.

Shen Jinmo was not at home a few days ago. Although Xie Nanxing had meals occasionally, he spent most of his time sitting in the carriage at the palace gate, enduring day and night.

Lu Bai, who was always obedient to his master's orders, chose to wait quietly for Xie Nanxing to wake up at this moment.

Compared to dealing with those unpresentable people, it is more important for Xie Nanxing to have a good rest and take good care of his body.

The sun lengthened Lu Bai's shadow, and the moment it fell at Xie Nanxing's feet, Xie Nanxing stood up holding the edge of the bed.

How could Xie Nanxing sleep with Shen Jinmo having such a fever?

He pretended to fall asleep today just because he wanted Yang Huai and Mo Ping to not endure this with him.

They are all human beings, and Xie Nanxing has never felt that his life is more precious than these people.

But Xie Nanxing felt that Shen Jinmo's life was more noble than anyone else's life in this world.

He walked out of the courtyard with light steps, and when he stood in the pavilion in the main courtyard, Lu Bai handed the rice paper in his hand to Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing reached out to take the rice paper, looked at the names one by one, and thought about the pain they had inflicted on Shen Jinmo yesterday.

As the fingertips lost strength, a scratch was left through the back of the paper.

"Cough cough."

A dry cough sound that had not been heard for a long time was heard, and Lu Bai suddenly realized that Xie Nanxing was different from them. He was only wearing a thin piece of clothing and would catch a cold very easily.

If he caught a cold under such circumstances, it would be the death of Xie Nanxing if he was not careful.

"Master, let's go inside and talk."

Xie Nanxing did not agree, and directly wrote down a dozen names on the paper: "After an hour, bring five people to the study room every time you drink a cup of tea."

"You can take care of the rest and bring them to the mansion every day. Take those who have been seriously injured more often."

"It's hard to explain where the people you have come from, so go to Tian Ding to ask for them. If he doesn't give them to you, you can say it was my idea."

"Don't do it in a covert way, but don't do it too high-profile either."

The end of the year is approaching, and Xie Nanxing actually has a lot of things to do.

But now Shen Jinmo's fever has not subsided, so Xie Nanxing has no choice but to postpone these things again and again, because he is too afraid that his men will be careless and cause Shen Jinmo to suffer.

He was even more afraid of Shen Jinmo, who tried his best to wake up, but after waking up, he was unable to wait for him to return, and fell asleep again in despair.

But this possibility is actually very low.

Returning to the house and sitting on the footstool again, Xie Nanxing closed his eyes again, held Shen Jinmo's hands, and counted the time silently.

He was waiting for the next time to apply medicine to Shen Jinmo.

"Clap."

The sound of teacups breaking to the ground woke up Yang Huai and Mo Ping who had accidentally fallen asleep on the table.

Xie Nanxing calmly opened his eyes and looked at Shen Jinmo, whose expression was calm, lying on the bed.

Yang Huai shook his head and stood up from the table. Just by looking at Xie Nanxing's appearance, he knew that Xie Nanxing must not have fallen asleep.

But how can one endure without sleep?

He leaned over to whisper a few words into Mo Ping's ear. After struggling for a moment, Mo Ping quickly walked out of the room.