Chapter 8 [This slave cannot bear it. 】

Chapter 8 [This slave cannot bear it. 】

Xie Qinghuan spent an afternoon reading medical books but did not find any similar precedents.

I don’t know how the master cured him back then.

He could only follow what he had learned in his previous life and try to treat Chu Hanxiao.

I put away the medical book and looked up, only to see that it was already dark.

I don't know what he is doing now...

She stood up, forgetting her injured ankle, and nearly fell again.

Fortunately, Yuzhu was quick to catch him.

"Miss, let's ask the court doctor to take a look!"

Xie Qinghuan sat back in the chair, lifted her skirt and took a look.

"No, I'll give you a prescription. Ask someone to get some medicine and crush it and apply it on the affected area."

"Yes."

Xie Qinghuan wrote the prescription and then said:

"Don't let anyone know."

Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then realized that the young lady was protecting the servant, so she nodded in agreement.

He helped her back to the bedroom.

Chu Hanxiao was sleeping soundly.

Xie Qinghuan sent the servants away, tucked in the quilt for him, and took his pulse alone.

But found...

There is nothing wrong with his throat and tongue. It's not that he has been unable to speak since childhood!

Now it looks like it was caused by poisoning.

Explore again.

It was discovered that there was a strange poison in his body that had already penetrated deep into his lungs!

The inability to speak should be a side effect of this strange poison!

This poison...

Dragon slaying?!

She suddenly let go of his wrist, and her fingertips trembled a little.

Slay the dragon...

The most terrible poison in the world.

Normally, there is nothing abnormal about the poisoned person.

But once the poison takes effect, the pain will last for an hour as if your heart is broken.

The attacks occur at irregular intervals until the person dies from the pain!

Who is so vicious?

Someone who would poison someone like this...

It wasn't to take his life at all!

Just to torture him for fun!

Poor Chu Hanxiao...

Fortunately, her master in her previous life taught her the antidote to this poison...

Xie Qinghuan came back to his senses and wrote down the solution to slay the dragon on the paper:

Looking at the dozens of medicinal herbs, Xie Qinghuan frowned.

The other things are fine.

These Phoenix Iris, Sea Ganoderma Lucidum, Immortal Grass and Blood Lotus are all extremely rare medicinal herbs!

Where to get it?

Phoenix Iris...

Xie Qinghuan's eyes lit up.

It seems like I saw it once in my grandparents’ warehouse when I was a child!

I don't know if it has been used...

Let’s go to the General’s Mansion tomorrow!

Xie Qinghuan put away the prescription and was about to get up, but found that Chu Hanxiao's face was red and unnatural.

She moved to the bedside, gently felt the patient's pulse, and took a deep breath.

"The wound is infected!"

He hurriedly called Yuzhu in.

"Go make some medicine to reduce fever and inflammation!"

But after taking a bowl of bitter medicine, there was no improvement at all.

The body temperature rises instead of falling.

If this continues, my heart and lungs will be burned out!

Right now, the most effective way is to cool down with cold compresses...

"Go ask my brother for some ice!"

Yuzhu was a little confused.

It wasn't midsummer, and ice wasn't something that was easy to come by.

Is it worth it for a servant?

"Miss, it's getting late. If you want ice now, I'm afraid..."

Xie Qinghuan gritted his teeth.

"Go and ask and try! If you can't figure it out, think of another way!"

Yuzhu had no choice but to agree.

Send someone over to inquire.

Half an hour later, a whole bucket of ice was delivered to Yueqiong Garden.

Xie Qinghuan was somewhat touched.

It is now late autumn, and the ice in the ice storage has been almost used up in the summer...

I don’t know how my brother got this bucket of ice!

How could she hate such a good brother in her previous life?

He was clearly a good brother who would do anything for her...

Xie Qinghuan sniffed his sour nose and asked Yuzhu to bring out a basin of ice.

Wash your handkerchief with cold water yourself.

Yuzhu was frightened by what she saw.

"Miss, let the servant come!"

Xie Qinghuan could have asked someone else to do it, but...

In his previous life, he hated being touched by others the most...

Thinking of this, he shook his head.

"I can just do it myself."

Yuzhu felt distressed when she saw the young lady's fair and delicate hands turned red from the cold.

"Then...then I will help you wash!"

Xie Qinghuan thought about it and agreed.

He took the towel soaked by Yuzhu and helped Chu Hanxiao to wash and cool down.

After nearly two hours of struggling, the body temperature finally came down.

Xie Qinghuan instructed Yuzhu in a hoarse voice.

"Just let Yuluo take care of you. You can go back and have a rest."

Yuzhu hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

"That servant will be on guard outside. If Miss has anything, please ask Yu Luo to call me."

"it is good."

Xie Qinghuan sat beside the bed, looking at the wound on Chu Hanxiao's face.

Thought...

It turns out that taking care of people is such a tiring thing...

No wonder in her previous life, when she miscarried, he was so tired that he took three days off...

Even though he had severe bruises under his eyes, he still stayed by her bed and said he was not tired.

Even if he knew that she had taken the abortion pills herself, he would not leave...

Xie Qinghuan put his bandaged hand back into the quilt.

Patting his shoulder, humming softly.

Humming the song he hummed every sleepless night in his previous life...

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

The cock crowed three times.

Chu Hanxiao, who was used to getting up early, woke up.

When I opened my eyes and saw the pink veil, I was stunned for a moment.

I immediately remembered what the young lady said last night...

He chuckled in his heart.

Be nice to him?

Give me a break.

When you want to kill him, don't torture him. It would be good for him if you could give him a quick death.

Just as I was about to get up, I found that the quilt was pressed down.

I lowered my eyes and saw...

The eldest lady actually slept next to his bed!!!

ah? ? ? ? ?

what happened?

Last night's...

Not a dream?

He glanced at the towel that had been dried on the table and thought of the coolness in his dream last night...

He is stupid.

and so……

Was it really her who took care of him all night last night?

Miss?

His precious, arrogant and domineering eldest daughter?

What...what charter?

He was still in a daze when Xie Qinghuan also woke up.

Seeing Chu Hanxiao staring at him with an unfathomable expression, Xie Qinghuan was startled and quickly sat up straight.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked his jaw, and his eyebrows drooped.

I was afraid that I would look ugly to him after staying up all night.

"You, you're awake...are you feeling better?"

Chu Hanxiao's arms were a little numb from being pressed by her, and it took him a long time to lift them up.

Just as he was about to gesture something, Xie Qinghuan called for a stop.

"Wait a moment……"

She stood up and wanted to look in the mirror to see if her makeup was too much, and then asked the maid to come in.

But as soon as he stood up, his ankle hurt and he almost fell to the ground.

Almost subconsciously.

Chu Hanxiao reached over and supported her.

The moment their hands touched, their eyes met.

Two hearts palpitating.

Chu Hanxiao suddenly retracted his hand and clenched it behind his back.

Thinking about...

I can’t keep this hand anymore.

【No offense intended.】

He lowered his eyes and compared.

When Xie Qinghuan saw his hand retracting and his expression, she felt disgusted as if she had touched something disgusting...

I feel depressed.

She straightened her hairpin in front of the bronze mirror and called Yu Luo in.

"Okay, tell me."

Chu Hanxiao thought about what he was about to say, and then said:

【Last night, Miss took care of me all night? 】

"Took care of me last night, miss?"

Yuluo translated.

Xie Qinghuan nodded.

"Yes, your wound is infected and you have a fever."

【I can’t bear it. 】

"Slave, I can't bear it..."

Xie Qinghuan frowned upon hearing this, and did not hide his displeasure on his face.

"I told you, I know who you are now. You don't have to call yourself a slave anymore."

Chu Hanxiao didn't expect that she would suddenly get angry, or because of his self-proclaimed...

He lowered his eyebrows silently.

After a while, seeing that she was still frowning, he swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but raised his hand and said:

[…Thank you very much.]

After hearing Yu Luo's translation, Xie Qinghuan felt a little relieved.

Otherwise I always feel that everything I do is in vain.

It's hard to associate him with the people in my previous life...

"Yuluo, tell the kitchen to stew some tonic..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuzhu came to report:

"Miss, the old lady wants you to come over."

old lady?

Thinking of his always partial and unruly grandmother, Xie Qinghuan paused.

"Make up."

Chu Hanxiao knew that the only person in the Xie family who could cure her was the old lady.

He should have been gloating, but for no reason he felt a little worried...