Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

Zhensui originally wanted to leave, but when he heard that Qi Jin was sick, he thought it was unacceptable and hurriedly followed him.

The people who came to look for Duan Ci were distressed when they saw that Zhensui had also gone.

Huh? I heard that General Zhen is an excellent doctor, so he can't see anything, right?

When they arrived at Prince Jin's Mansion, Duan Ci ran to Qi Jin's room with ease.

The person on the bed had an abnormally red face, a wet towel on his forehead, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Duan Ci came to his bedside with concern. He knew what was wrong with Qi Jin as soon as he saw his condition. He had a fever, but why did he suddenly fall ill?

Could it be that Lu Yan suddenly went crazy again and scared his wife? ! !

This is not something that has never happened before, and it makes people think too much.

"Ajin, what happened?"

Duan Ci asked him with concern in his eyes.

Qi Jin had already taken the medicine and lay down as instructed by the doctor, but he still felt uncomfortable.

"I'm cold..."

He did not answer Duan Ci, but just stretched out his hands to him, with a somewhat aggrieved tone. He was confused by the fever, and what he said was what he was thinking.

Hearing him complaining about the cold and seeing someone reaching out to him, Duan Ci took the opportunity to hug the person and pulled the quilt over him.

Qi Jin kept saying he was cold, but his body was as hot as a furnace.

He arched his back into Duan Ci's arms, like an extremely insecure young animal.

He is indeed lacking a sense of security now, and his illness has made him somewhat vulnerable, making him even more uneasy.

Duan Ci hugged him tighter and touched his hot cheek soothingly.

"Aci..."

Qi Jin murmured something, moved closer to him, rubbed against him obediently, and became a little clingy.

When Zhensui came in, he saw his cold and noble daughter-in-law looking harmless and yet attached.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Zhensui was unusually serious. He did not lick him first, but walked forward.

When Duan Ci saw her coming, he wanted to take away one of Qi Jin's hands and let Zhensui check his pulse again.

Qi Jin didn't get to hug Duan Ci, feeling a little aggrieved, his mouth pursed, and he wanted to pull his hand back.

"Ajin, this is my mother. You are sick, let her take a look, okay?"

Duan Ci coaxed the person patiently, as if he was treating an uneasy child, with a gentle voice.

When Qi Jin heard that the person coming was Zhen Sui, he looked at her and saw that familiar beautiful face.

He sniffed, nodded, stretched out his hand obediently, and put his face on Duan Ci's chest. He huddled in the quilt with only half of his head sticking out.

Duan Ci held his hand and Zhen Sui put his fingers on it.

Her eyebrows and eyes were soft in the dim light, and her peach blossom eyes were focused. Qi Jin saw the tender love of motherhood in her.

He opened his mouth and called out to Zhen Sui obediently, "Mother."

Zhen Sui and Duan Ci were both stunned. Zhen Sui thought that the child was missing his mother because he was feeling so miserable due to his illness.

She felt an inexplicable bitterness in her heart and responded softly. "Alas."

Qi Jin was happy. Duan Ci's mother was also his mother, and Duan Ci was also his.

His dazed smile made the two people present feel distressed.

Zhen Sui couldn't help but frowning when he was taking his pulse, which made Duan Ci worried.

Is this serious? Why does he look like this?

After taking his pulse, Zhensui saw that Qi Jin was really in pain, so he took out a silver needle. His current condition was not very serious, so acupuncture could be used to promote treatment and relieve his condition.

She held the silver needle and approached it tentatively. When she found that Qi Jin had no resistance, she found the acupuncture point and inserted the needle.

The silver needle fell, and Duan Ci was also watching his reaction. Seeing that he was still nestled in his arms obediently, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhensui pulled out all the acupuncture needles. At this time, Qi Jin's complexion had improved a lot.

After helping the man finish the job, Zhen Sui winked at Duan Ci, signaling him to go out and talk.

Duan Ci understood and wanted to help Qi Jin lie on the bed. But the person who had just been pricked by the silver needle and remained quiet suddenly reacted violently and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go, with a stubborn and aggrieved look on his face.

He didn't understand why Duan Ci wanted to leave. He didn't want anyone to leave. He was sick and feeling uncomfortable, so he wanted someone to accompany him.

He was very strong, and although Duan Ci could have pried his hands apart, he didn't want to.

He glanced at Zhensui.

"Mother..."

He wanted to ask if the matter was urgent, and whether he could wait until Qi Jin's condition stabilized.

Zhensui sighed softly.

"You stay with him first and take good care of him to make sure the disease doesn't recur."

she reminded.