Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

"...No, don't kill me... I, I really, don't know anything... Please, please..."

Xie Lin carried in the freshly heated medicine and heard Huo Sanghua, who was sleeping soundly on the sickbed, pitifully "begging for mercy" again.

He approached, sat down on the edge of the bed, and helped the unconscious person sit up. "Listen to me, drink your medicine first..."

Hawthorne opened her eyes, and in a daze, she heard Xie Lin's voice. "It's you?"

"It's me. Listen to me, drink your medicine." Seeing her miserable state, Xie Lin couldn't bear to be harsher. "Don't you think about it? Besides me, who else could take care of you like this? We're both in the same boat; we can't rely on anyone else. I took care of you when you were sick, and when I get sick..."

"Then I will definitely repay you." Hawthorne regained consciousness, but his spirit was still weak. He was drowsy, sometimes lucid and sometimes dreaming, and sometimes he couldn't distinguish between what was real and what was a dream.

Seeing the herbal medicine Xie Lin brought over, she could hear Xie Lin's incessant chatter, saying how much he took care of her.

Before Xie Lin could coax her to take her medicine, she reached out her trembling hand, took the medicine bowl, and, under Xie Lin's surprised gaze, gulped down the medicine herself.

This medicine is so bitter!

After drinking the medicine, Hawthorne was so overwhelmed by the bitterness that he couldn't speak.

"You... just drank it like that?!"

"What's wrong?" Hawthorne endured the unusual bitterness in her mouth, her tongue was numb.

"It's nothing." Xie Lin was genuinely shocked. He had tried every possible way to trick her into drinking the medicine.

Who would have thought it would be so straightforward?

She did it all by herself?!

When he put the medicine bowl aside and turned around to check on her condition again, he saw Huo Sanghua's face contorted with bitterness from the medicine. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hawthorne felt her expression completely out of control; the bitterness seemed to be rising from her stomach, threatening to trickle down her throat and nose without her realizing it...

Hearing Xie Lin's laughter, she was naturally a little angry.

But all he could do was glare at it fiercely.

"You... it seems the doctor wasn't wrong, it really is painful." Xie Lin was almost bursting with suppressed rage, but luckily he had listened to the doctor's advice and was prepared. He took out a small paper packet from his pocket, slowly opened it, and handed it to Huo Sanghua. "Here—"

Hawthorne wanted to ask what it was, but when he glanced at it and saw what was in the paper package, his eyes lit up instantly!

Sugar lotus seeds!

She reached out to grab it, but suddenly stopped, as if carefully observing Xie Lin's reaction, unsure if the item was meant for her.

"Eat it, I brought it especially for you." Xie Lin was puzzled, but seeing her stop, he simply stuffed the paper package into her hand. "I described your condition to the doctor, saying that you were frightened, then fell ill, had a fever, sweated profusely, and when the fever was high, you even had convulsions... When the doctor prescribed the medicine, he added Coptis chinensis, saying that Coptis chinensis clears heart fire, and that the effect of Coptis chinensis would help to stop your convulsions."

The doctor had specifically reminded him that the decoction with Coptis chinensis would be particularly bitter.

So when he came back, he made a special detour to the candy shop on the street, but the shop owner had already closed for the day.

He insisted on knocking on the door and got it open...

Unfortunately, these were all that were left that day, so he brought them all back.

"Did you get this medicine?" Huo Sanghua asked curiously. He had only described the symptoms, so how could the doctor outside determine what illness she had?

“This isn’t it.” Xie Lin’s expression turned cold, and his face didn’t look good either. “I was out all day and just got back. My older brother asked Liao Bin to make this for me, but seeing how bitter you looked, he probably added some bitter herbs to it.”

This medicine was prepared by... the eldest young master?

Hawthorne became much more awake; it seemed something had happened during her half-dreaming, half-awake state...

Now that she thinks about it, it really doesn't seem like the truth.

But hearing Xie Lin say that, she couldn't help but wonder if she had really heard something when she was delirious with fever...

It was the eldest son who said it to her...

No, no.

Hawthorne shook her head hurriedly; she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed in her memory—

It's as if I heard those words.

Xie Lin reached out and touched her forehead, which startled her.

Hawthorne felt that Xie Lin's hands seemed even hotter than her forehead. "You... what's wrong? Why are your hands so hot..."

The more I looked, the more I felt that Xie Lin's condition was not quite right.

She also raised her hand and touched Xie Lin's forehead with the back of her hand.

What's going on?! How can it be even hotter than her forehead?!

Having held on until this point, Xie Lin finally couldn't take it anymore. He leaned against the bed and collapsed, startling Huo Sanghua, who had just regained some strength, who quickly got up and grabbed him.

"you!--"

What's going on? Why does Xie Lin have to get involved even when she's sick?

Following the direction of her force, she grabbed Xie Lin's collar and pulled him onto the bed.

Xie Lin collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

Hawthorne touched his forehead, then touched his own, "How come you're even more ill than me?"

She rose, gathered her clothes, and with great effort pushed Xie Lin onto the bed. She then removed his boots and covered him with layer upon layer of thick blankets...

After all that, I felt completely drenched in sweat, my clothes were soaked and sticking to my body, which was very uncomfortable.

She glanced at the unconscious Xie Lin, then got up and went behind the screen to change her clothes.

A moment later, Xie Lin, who had just been unconscious, opened his eyes. He hadn't heard Huo Sanghua's voice for a while and was worried that something had happened to her again.

His throat was so dry he couldn't make a sound, so he could only turn his head and search for her figure throughout the room...

Finally, his gaze fell behind the screen.

As Hawthorne was carrying the candlestick to find clothes to change into, she casually placed it behind the screen. The flickering candlelight cast her graceful figure onto the screen. After shedding her damp old clothes and changing into clean, fresh new ones, she felt much more comfortable.

Xie Lin stared blankly at the shadow reflected on the screen.

When he heard Hawthorne packing up his old clothes and saw him about to leave, he immediately withdrew his gaze.

He turned his head to the other side, pretending to remain unconscious.

But he secretly exhaled a long breath...

After changing her clothes, Huo Sanghua returned to him. Seeing that he still didn't react, she nudged him. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you alright...? I don't know anyone in this manor. Who can I ask for help?"

Should we go back and beg Xie Shu again?

But when she thought about what Xie Shu had just told her...

I just felt it was impossible.

There should be physicians in the Marquis of Anding's residence, but she didn't know where they were. Where was she supposed to look for them? "Never mind, I'll go out and ask... Maybe I can find one of your family's physicians."

Just as I was about to leave.

Xie Lin suddenly grabbed her hand.

"You—" Hawthorne almost jumped up, the shock was no less than encountering a zombie!

"No need. If you go there now, the old lady will definitely find out." Xie Lin didn't want her to be punished by the old lady again. "I'm fine, I'm perfectly healthy, I'll be fine after a nap."

Looking at him like this, Hawthorne didn't quite believe what he was saying.

"Get some rest, you're still sick." Xie Lin said, getting up to continue sleeping on the floor.

"Or... you can sleep in the bed tonight."

Hawthorne gritted her teeth and steeled herself, unable to bear seeing another seriously ill person continue to sleep on the cold ground.