After Doctor Xu left with Xiao Hui, Ling'er was left to accompany Qi Yang.
Qi Yang didn't wake up. Ling'er saw that his limbs would be numb and uncomfortable when he saw him lying in the same position for a long time. Ling'er lifted the quilt and planned to activate the joints of his legs and feet. He knew that doctors should not care whether the patient was male or female, but when facing Qi Yang, Ling'er still hesitated for a long time and did not dare to make a move. She felt that her face was so hot that it was about to burn, and then she reached out to rub Qi Yang's legs. Although Qi Yang was very thin, he was lean and very strong. Ling'er raised his calf and asked him to do leg flexion and extension. After moving her legs, Ling'er was already so tired that she was dripping with sweat. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. After thinking about it for a moment, she noticed that Qi Yang's body temperature had not been high from beginning to end. She used her hands to explore the temperature on his legs again. There was only a layer of mid-trousers between them, but she could not detect the warm body temperature.
Thinking of Qi Yang's fear of cold and the coldness emanating from his body, the word "cold poison" suddenly flashed in Ling'er's mind. Ling'er felt anxious, and while covering Qi Yang with the quilt, she felt for his pulse.
Qi Yang's pulse is no longer as weak as before. Ling'er repeated the diagnosis several times before feeling relieved. Qi Yang did not have any pulse symptoms of cold poison, but had some qi deficiency and qi stagnation.
Ling'er immediately sorted out several special effects prescriptions for promoting blood circulation and regulating qi. Suddenly, she remembered Dr. Xu's advice. If Qi Yang could not be given blood-activating medicinal materials, the efficacy of the medicine would be greatly reduced. Ling'er frowned in confusion.
Ling'er glanced at Qi Yang's left hand and reached out to cover it. As expected, it was as cold as iron again. Ling'er rubbed him distressedly to keep him warm. After finally rubbing it to warm it up, he quickly stuffed his hands into the quilt. Then, Ling'er got up from the chair and sat beside the bed, grabbing his right hand to warm him. After seeing the bandage on his wrist, the scene last night came to Ling'er's eyes again, and Ling'er's eyes turned red.
Ling'er gently untied the bandage and wanted to see the wound on Qi Yang's wrist. "Judging from the bleeding speed of the wound yesterday morning, the dagger cut very deep, and it was pulled by last night." Ling'er didn't dare to think about it anymore. Although he was mentally prepared, when the hideous wound appeared in front of his eyes, Ling'er's heart still tugged hard. It turned out that the heart could hurt so much. Ling'er held his hand and cried silently.
For a long time, Ling'er wiped away her tears and wanted to bandage his wound again. Suddenly, she found that there were some thin old scars on the edge of the wound. Treated with ointment.
"What's going on?" Ling'er frowned and thought, "The scars here are either bloodletting or self-inflicted wounds. To say that they were accidentally injured, it is possible that there are only one or two. There are many scars. It's absolutely impossible." Looking at Qi Yang's peaceful sleeping face, Ling'er was puzzled.
After rubbing Qi Yang for a long time and thinking a lot, Ling'er, who was already sleep deprived, fell asleep leaning against the bedpost.
It wasn't until the sun gradually set in the west that Ling'er slowly opened his eyes and saw Xian'er coming again at some point.
Xian'er sat beside Qi Yang's bed and held Qi Yang's left hand tightly., staring at him somewhat sentimentally.
Thinking that Xian'er was worried about Qi Yang, Ling'er whispered, "His pulse is no longer so weak, and he will probably wake up soon."
Xian'er didn't even look at it. Without looking at Ling'er, he murmured to himself, "I'd rather he just fell asleep like this."
"What did you say?" Ling'er asked in disbelief.
Xian'er knew she had said something she shouldn't have said, so she lowered her eyes and said nothing.
At this time, Xiaoxu brought dinner.
Ever since she learned about the relationship between Qiyang and Qingfeng Inn, Ling'er has regarded Xiaoxu as one of her own.
Ling'er opened Qi Yang's dinner and smelled it. It was porridge made with chicken soup. The porridge was very light, with only some finely chopped vegetables and no fish. She thought to herself, "Qi Yang is weak, yet he still eats so light and doesn't rush to take supplements."
"Don't your second masters eat meat on weekdays?" Ling'er thought of her previous encounter with Qi Yang at the Qingfeng Inn. Ask Xian'er about Yang's situation.
Xian'er nodded.
"Why?" Ling'er asked again.
Xian'er looked at Ling'er and thought that she couldn't let her compare, so she pretended to understand Qi Yang and said, "Because the second master is kind and can't bear to kill."
" Ah." After hearing this, Ling'er couldn't help but laugh. I'm afraid only Xian'er could make up this rhetoric.
"You don't believe it," Xian'er said anxiously.
"Then tell me why he couldn't bear to drink chicken soup" Ling'er asked without answering. "You?" No, I don't have this idea." Then she remembered that Dr. Xu said that Qi Yang was taking medicine every day, and asked Xian'er, "You said that Qi Yang is not in good health, does he take any health pills?"
"Health-preserving pills," Xian'er said, "Second Master's poor health is due to his busy schedule. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to eat, let alone health-preserving pills. I often hear that he is ill, and he doesn't even think about it. I will take good care of myself." After saying that, Xian'er looked at Qi Yang with tenderness in her eyes.
"I often hear that he is sick. Don't you always take care of him?" Ling'er asked, focusing on the key point. Ling'er knew that Xian'er liked Qi Yang, and Xunfang House was so close to Qi's house, so he could often come to take care of him. Why did he need to hear other people talk about Qi Yang's health?
Xian'er didn't know for a moment How to answer.
Ling'er asked tentatively, "Why does Qi Yang always wear such thick robes on weekdays?"
Xian'er thought for a while and said, "Because only Caiyun Sui is worthy of it." Our second master."
"Caiyunxun" Ling'er felt like she had heard this name somewhere.
"Yes, Caiyun silk is the most expensive fabric. In the capital, only the second master has this financial resources." Xian'er said proudly.
Ling'er finally remembered that she and Sister Liu Bai had heard about Caiyunsu fabrics in a cloth shop in Zezhou. I didn’t expect that such a precious fabric would look inconspicuous at all. "Expensive and stuffy colorful clouds, Qi Yang, you must be so afraid of the cold," Ling'er thought distressedly.
Xian'er saw Ling'er's strange expression, thinking that she had never seen the world and was shocked by this, so she secretly laughed.
p>Ling'er suddenly remembered the incident between Qiu Hu and Yang Rui, and asked Xian'er, "Do you know Qiu Hu and Yang Rui?"
Xian'er repeated "Qiu Hu" as if she couldn't remember it for the moment. This person.
Ling'er reminded: "He is one of Qi Yang's subordinates.
Xian'er suddenly realized, "Ah, I remembered that Qiu Hu once stayed in Xunfang Building for a while, but the second master saw that he had evil intentions and drove him away." He is no longer the second master's subordinate. "
Ling'er didn't expect the truth to be like this, and asked, "What about Yang Rui?"
"I haven't seen this person very often. He seems to be the second master's right-hand man." "Xian'er said.
Ling'er felt that there must be some misunderstanding.