Faint one after another, Jun Wuxie's hand on Fan Zhuo's pulse burst into bruises.

"If you don't want him dead, do as I say." Jun Wuxian didn't have time to explain more to Fan Jin, she wanted to bet on whether Fan Jin really believed her.

"You ......" Fan Jin looked at the unconscious Ah Jing, and then at the convulsive Fan Zhuo, his eyes were full of struggle.

The qiē he saw in front of him was undoubtedly sending him a dangerous signal, and whoever watched such a scene would feel that Jun Wuxian wanted to be unfavorable to Fan Zhuo.

But......

"You say, I'll do it." There was a voice in Fan Jin's heart that told him that it would not be wrong to listen to the innocent king.

"Hot water, warm wine." Jun Wuxie's clone lacks skills, and she can't leave Fan Zhuo half a step at this moment.

Fan Jin didn't say a word, turned around and went to prepare.

The black cat sat aside, watching Fan Jin Lisuo's actions, and wagged his tail slightly.

Even if you know each other, it is not in vain that my master has gone to such great lengths to save your brother.

After a while, Fan Jin prepared the things that Jun Wuxian wanted and sent them over, Jun Wuxian ignored him and concentrated on treating Fan Zhuo.

Fan Jin put the things away, the room was quiet so that he could hear his heartbeat, he squatted down, checked Ah Jing's injury, and found that Ah Jing only had some skin on his neck, and fainted with a little blood, and he didn't worry about his life, and carried Ah Jing to another room to settle it, and Fan Jin stood obediently by the bed, quietly watching Jun Wuxian treat Fan Zhuo.

However, this look surprised Fan Jin, he didn't think carefully about what Jun Wuxian was going to do, but when Jun Wuxian kept feeding Fan Zhuo pills, and constantly applying ointment to his acupuncture points, his expression became extremely surprised.

"Little Evil ...... Are you treating Xiao Zhuo? Fan Jin opened his mouth in surprise.

"Shut up." Jun Wuxian glanced at him coldly, and Fan Jin immediately covered his mouth.

Many years later, whenever Fan Jin thinks of today's Yiqiē, he has a feeling of irony, at that time, he actually handed over his seriously ill younger brother to a fourteen-year-old boy for treatment, how nervous he was.

After Fan Zhuo convulsed for a long time, he finally calmed down, his eyes were closed, his white face was full of pain, Jun Wuxian took hot water to wipe the blood on Fan Zhuo's body, and poured warm wine into his mouth.

A moment later, Van Zhuo twitched again!

"Hold him down." Jun Wuxian took a step back and said to Fan Jin.

Fan Jin hurriedly walked to the side of the bed, looked at his younger brother with a look of pity, and reached out to press his shoulders to prevent him from struggling excessively.

"Poof!"

Fan Zhuo suddenly opened his mouth, and a large black liquid squirted out of his mouth, spraying Fan Jin's face.

The liquid had a foul smell, almost fainting Fan Jin, but Fan Jin didn't dare to move, and could only nervously look at Fan Zhuo, who kept spitting out black liquid.

"Sideways." Jun Wuxie's voice sounded again.

Fan Jin immediately understood what she meant, and turned Fan Zhuo's body over and let him nest on the side of the bed.

Fan Zhuo vomited constantly, but the convulsions on his body had gradually weakened, and the filth he spit out became less and less, and finally after there was nothing to vomit, Jun Wuxian waved his hand and said, "Let him lie down." ”

Fan Jin immediately complied, and he found that Fan Zhuo's face at this time was much better than Fang Cai, and the bruise had faded from his face.