The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"Don't move!" Mo Jinghong's tone was full of domineering and he stretched his hand under Wen Qingcheng's knees, picked her up horizontally, and gently placed her on the chaise longue by the wall.

Wen Qingcheng sat up as soon as she touched the pillow, "I'm fine, I'll just go back to my room and lie down for a while."

Mo Jinghong couldn't do anything with her, so he picked her up again, brought Wen Qingcheng back to the room, and gently put her on the bed.

Wen Qingcheng looked so fragile lying on the bed like a wounded bird, which made Mo Jinghong feel so much pity for her. His heart seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand. It turned out that she looked listless tonight because she was not feeling well. He was careless and did not notice it.

"Why do you suddenly have a fever?"

Seeing that she couldn't hide it from him, Wen Qingcheng told him how she sweated all afternoon while harvesting Astragalus, and ended up getting caught in the rain and the cold wind. Nothing happened at the time, but she didn't expect to have a fever now.

After hearing this, Mo Jinghong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice became cold and gloomy: "Wang Ji actually asked you to do those miscellaneous tasks. Didn't you say you were only doing quality inspection?"

"I want to ask you something. What is your relationship with the eldest lady of the Wang family?"

Mo Jinghong was so smart that he understood the whole story after Wen Qingcheng said this. It turned out that it was the daughter of the Wang family who was causing trouble.

Mo Jinghong's face was visibly filled with anger, and a strong sense of hostility flashed in his eyes. Wang Ji was too much, bullying his people time and time again. The quality of Wang Ji's medicinal materials was not good. Since he took over the He Group, he wanted to replace Wang Ji. He was still hesitant, but this time he was even more determined to replace Wang Ji and cooperate with other pharmacies. As long as the He Group extended an olive branch, there would be plenty of medicinal material merchants to bid.

"I understand, Qingcheng, I won't let you suffer in vain." Mo Jinghong also understood. No wonder Wen Qingcheng came back wearing such strange clothes in the afternoon.

"There's no need to quarrel with Wang Ji because of me. Anyway, I will get the result after the assessment tomorrow. No matter what the result is, I will not stay in Wang Ji."

How could Mo Jinghong be indifferent to the people he cares about being bullied? Seeing that Wen Qingcheng was upset at the moment, he didn't want to say anything more to her. He lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts and said softly, "I'll ask Ah Falcon to make you a bowl of ginger soup."

Just as he was about to stand up, Wen Qingcheng grabbed him by the hand. He coughed violently, and his voice became weak. "Don't go. I don't want my mother and the others to know that I'm sick. I have medicine here. Go get me a glass of water."

"You are so ill, you should find a doctor to check it out. You still have an exam tomorrow. Catching a cold is no small matter. Don't let it cause a chronic illness. You stay here and must see a doctor!" Mo Jinghong looked serious, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Really, there's no need. I don't want to make mother worry. I'm a doctor myself." Wen Qingcheng grabbed his sleeve, with a hint of pleading in her tone.

Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed with reluctance, "Okay, I'll go get you some water. If your fever doesn't go down, I'll ask A Falcon to get a doctor."

Wen Qingcheng nodded weakly, and while Mo Jinghong went out to get some water, she quickly found a tablet of ibuprofen from her space. Soon, Mo Jinghong returned with a glass of water and a plate of fruit.

Wen Qingcheng struggled, propped herself up, put the pill in her mouth, and reached for the cup of water.

"Lie down, where's your medicine?"

"It's in my mouth." Wen Qingcheng said vaguely.

Mo Jinghong obviously didn't believe it. The medicine for treating colds is either powder, decoction or large honey pills. Could it be that she stuffed the whole large honey pill into her mouth?

"Open your mouth and let me see."

Wen Qingcheng was already feeling bitter at this moment and didn't want to waste time talking to him, so she reached out to grab the water in his hand, but Mo Jinghong lifted it high with one hand and put the plate of preserved fruits on the bedside table with the other hand.

Mo Jinghong raised his hand and pinched her jaw. Wen Qingcheng's mouth was forced to open in an O shape. Mo Jinghong leaned over to take a closer look, only to see a white object in her mouth.

"what are you eating?"

Wen Qingcheng swallowed, her face flushed red, and she pinched her neck, looking very uncomfortable: "Give me some water, it's getting on my throat."

Mo Jinghong quickly gave her some water: "Are you feeling better?"

"How can anyone take care of a patient like you do?" Wen Qingcheng, who had recovered from her shock, couldn't help but complain. She was almost killed by him just now.

"What did you eat just now?"

"Fever medicine."

Mo Jinghong remembered that Wen Qingcheng seemed to have a lot of strange medicines. He remembered that when he was at home before, Wen Qingcheng had given him a small pink pill. However, if Wen Qingcheng didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask. She was a mysterious woman, and everyone had their own secrets.

"Are you feeling bitter? Eat a plum." Seeing Wen Qingcheng's expression, Mo Jinghong smiled dotingly and picked up a plum from the fruit plate beside him and fed it to Wen Qingcheng.

Wen Qingcheng frowned sourly. Mo Jinghong saw that she was in better spirits now and laughed at her appearance.

"I'll be here, you take a rest. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately. Tomorrow...it doesn't matter if you don't take the junior pharmacist exam, just follow me to Beijing."

"You don't have to stay here. We live next door to each other. I'll call you if I need anything. It's too late, and it's not convenient for you to stay here."

Mo Jinghong then remembered that he was sitting in the girl's boudoir late at night. Now that he could not give Qingcheng a status, he could not "bully" her like this.

"Okay, okay, I'll go out right away. I'll pour you another glass of water. If you feel uncomfortable at night, be sure to call me." Mo Jinghong patted her head lovingly, stood up, picked up the glass of water and went out.

For some reason, as long as Mo Jinghong was by her side, Wen Qingcheng felt inexplicably at ease. It didn't matter if she failed the exam tomorrow. It was as if as long as he was around, it didn't matter even if the sky fell. She also found that Mo Jinghong cared about her very much. This kind of care had nothing to do with love between men and women, but transcended love between men and women.

Mo Jinghong brought her another glass of water, closed the door, and quietly left. Wen Qingcheng took out a fever-reducing patch from the space and put it on her forehead, and instantly felt much better.

Gradually, Wen Qingcheng fell asleep peacefully. When she woke up again, it was daybreak. The oil lamp had burned out and was emitting a thin stream of smoke. Wen Qingcheng sat up, took off the fever-reducing patch on her head, stretched her muscles, and felt much better. She had more strength and the fever had subsided.

When he opened the door, he saw Mo Jinghong sitting on a chair in the outer hall with a tired look on his face. When he saw Wen Qingcheng coming out, he stood up and walked over to her. "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine now. You...don't tell me you sat here guarding me all night." Wen Qingcheng saw the bloodshot in his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Mo Jinghong raised his thin lips slightly and said with a smile, "I couldn't sleep this morning, so I came out to sit with you. I didn't expect that the pills you took yesterday were quite effective."