I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao gently tugged at Jieyuhua, and suddenly felt a strong wave of nausea surge up in his heart, as if the whole world had started to spin.

He began to feel incredibly heavy, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he could hardly move an inch, and the scene before him gradually became blurry.

The sudden dizziness made it almost impossible for him to stand. He tried to steady himself, and almost the instant he could see his surroundings, he ran to a corner and felt like vomiting.

However, his luck was much better than Xie Yuhua's. Well, to be precise, Xie Yuhua was luckier because Ling Xiao found the backpack.

He accidentally kicked it when he was feeling dizzy and nauseous. He didn't know whose backpack it was, but there were several of them piled up together in the corner of the wall, a spot that you wouldn't notice unless you looked carefully.

Ling Xiao rummaged through the backpack and found some food and medicine. He thought to himself that this must be the backpack containing medicine that Xie Yuhua had been talking about all along the way.

He didn't even know which medicine was for reducing fever, there wasn't even an instruction manual, only precautions. He just randomly picked a few medicines that looked okay and stuffed them all into Xie Yuhua's mouth.

Then he patted his shoulder and muttered, "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate." He then fed himself the same medicine and sat down next to Xie Yuhua to wait for the medicine to take effect.

Time passed by, and Ling Xiao felt sleepy and tired. The cold temperature made it hard for him to bear. At first, he leaned against Jieyuhua half-heartedly, but later he found that the person had a fever but was still quite warm, so he simply hugged him and finally fell asleep leaning against him.

Fortunately, the medicine he found was correct. He was able to administer the medicine for fever and blood clotting. The medicine that Cheng Yu brought was mainly for him, but unexpectedly, it ended up being used on Jie Yuhua.

When Jieyuhua opened his eyes, the child was leaning on his shoulder talking in his sleep, which he found quite novel, as the child had never had this problem before.

He noticed the backpack beside him and was surprised that the child had found it. He moved closer, wanting to hear what the child was saying, his brows furrowing in dismay.

"Brother Xiaohua." Xieyuhua heard that familiar address and thought he had remembered, but instead heard something like, "I didn't, it wasn't me, why don't you believe me..."

Then tears started falling in a steady stream. Jieyuhua quickly woke the child up, but the child didn't remember anything. He didn't remember having a dream at all and thought that he was crying because something delicious in his dream was taken away from him.

"Do you remember mentioning Brother Xiaohua?" Xieyuhua asked tentatively.

"What Little Flower Brother? Oh, you mean you? I don't think I called you." Ling Xiao thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I dreamt about you. I just dreamt of complete darkness, and then nothing. Maybe someone stole my food. I don't remember. But does it really matter what you dream about? Are you delirious from the fever, or did I give you the wrong medicine and you're hallucinating?"

Ling Xiao placed his hand on Xie Yuhua's forehead and found that her fever had subsided. He patted Xie Yuhua's shoulder and praised himself, "I am truly a peerless doctor! See, you're all better now. We're even now. You saved me, and I saved you. Nobody owes anyone anything."

"What do you mean?" Xie Yuhua suddenly grabbed his wrist, forcing Ling Xiao to look him in the eye and asking.