He opened his mouth and ate cooperatively, staring into her caring gaze, and secretly swore in his heart that he must hold happiness in his hands.

At this time, the sea is boundless blue, with thousands of rays of sunshine reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the wind and sun are beautiful. Last night's storm has long since passed, and the sea is calm and sparkling.

On the shore of an unknown uninhabited coast, a large ship was moored, and in the cabin, Jun Youqi lay naked on the couch and fell asleep with a high fever. His whole body was so white that there was no trace of blood, his eyes were closed, his dark brows were wrinkled together, and he was extremely painful and uneasy in his sleep.

He was covered with two futons, one covering his upper body and one below his thighs, exposing his hips.

"It's been five days, and the master's high fever has not gone away, and I don't know when I will wake up." Yuanzi's face was full of sadness, and he wrung the cloth towel from the basin into a half-dried one, folded it into a small rectangular shape, and applied it to Jun Youqi's forehead.

Fang Pingzhi, a doctor who was over fifty years old on the side, was also so worried that there were a few more gray hairs, "Most of the medicine that fed the master was spit out by him." His wound is inflamed and swollen again, and I'm afraid it's ......"

His eyes fell on the place where Jun Youqi was sewn up, and the 'dragon root' began to swell and become inflamed from the first night of stitching, and it has not subsided for five days.

"Doctor Fang, if you have anything to say, just say it." The garden became uneasy.

"If the master's burn does not subside, there will be a worry about his life, and it seems to be a wrong practice to sew back the dragon root. His fever won't go away, I'm afraid I'll have to cut it again......"

"How's that going to work!" The garden vehemently objected, "The master has already been cut once, and if he did it again, he would die of agony." ”

"However, it is clear that the healing after the stitches is not good...... Compared to the life of the master......"

"I don't care." Yuan Zi grabbed Fang Pingzhi fiercely, "No matter what method you use, you must let the master's fever subside, and let his lifeline swelling also go down!" ”

"Do you think I don't want to?" Fang Pingzhi took his hand away, "The master treats me like a mountain, even if he gives up his life, I also want the master to get better soon." It's really my limited medical skills, and being able to sew back the roots of my master is already extraordinary. ”

"Although the master's roots are swollen and inflamed, they have grown with flesh and blood. You must not cut it again, you must not ......" Yuan Zi knelt in front of the bed and wept bitterly, "Master, please wake up, if you don't wake up again, not only will you burn and be confused, but for the sake of your life, you may have to give your roots to ...... Wake up, please! ”

Jun Youqi on the bed groaned "hmm", and the garden was so excited that he forgot to shed tears, "Master? ”

He didn't wake up, he was still unconscious, just a painful murmur in his sleep.

"Quick, Doctor Fang, quickly check the pulse of the master." The garden was busy drinking from Fang Pingzhi.

Fang Pingzhi walked to the edge of the bed and raised his hand to catch Jun Youqi's pulse, "The master's pulse seems to be absent from before, and it may ...... at any time Breathe one’s last. Now, it's a little bit calmer. ”

"The master is the true son of heaven, and he is in charge of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and a good society is waiting for him to be in charge. He's definitely going to be fine, he's going to be fine. Yuan Zi wiped the tears from his face, "Master, you have to wake up quickly, who has caused you so bad, you have to pay it back tenfold, a hundred times." Also, your body is not suitable for moving now, and the small ones don't even dare to go to the shore.