Murong Jiu, who was immersed in mourning, didn't know when she had fallen asleep, and the experience over the years had also made her form a habit of light sleep, and she woke up when the sound of butterflies came from outside the room. 〔。 s。

Through Die'er's words, Murong Jiu also knew that Dongfang Yi hadn't left all night, and she hadn't realized it all night.

frowned, it turned out that when people were vulnerable, their alertness would become so bad Stroking his aching forehead, his brows couldn't help frowning even tighter.

Thinking back to last night, I slept all night with wet hair and no quilt, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself, since I came to this other world, people who have never had a cold have actually had signs of a cold.

Feeling the tension outside the door, he shook his heavy head, put on his shoes and walked straight to the door.

chirping

The door slowly opened, and through the mist, Murong Jiu glanced at Die'er, and then turned his eyes to look at the figure in the pavilion.

Obviously, he had realized that Dongfang Yi might not have left overnight, but when he saw him sitting at that time with a wet body but still unmoved, his heart twitched, and his inexplicable feelings lingered, and his nose was slightly sour.

Murong Jiu looked at Dongfang Yi with a mask in a bit of a daze, maybe she was about to catch a cold, her head was so heavy that she couldn't think, she just looked straight at the somewhat ethereal figure in the mist, and there was a phantom in her eyes.

Dongfang Yi looked at Murong Jiu, who had been standing at the door in a daze since he opened the door, his eyes narrowed, and then he quickly swept to her side.

"Jiu'er" Dongfang Yi stood beside Murong Jiu, and called lightly worriedly.

Die'er was originally startled by Dongfang Yi's sudden move, and her body hurried forward faster than her thoughts, but she stopped at Dongfang Yi's worried call. His eyes were filled with deep doubt, but he was more worried about Murong Jiu.

Miss's appearance was somewhat unusual

There were more and more phantoms, and her vision became more and more blurred, Murong Jiu only felt that she stumbled under her feet, and her body fell straight back, she wanted to stabilize her body, but she couldn't lift up a trace of strength.

"Miss"

An exclamation, before she could think, just when she thought she was going to fall to the ground, her body was light, and the person had been pulled into a cold embrace.

"Jiu'er, what's wrong with you" Dongfang Yi hugged Murong Jiu, who had an unusually warm body, his worried tone was undisguised, and he reached out to Murong Jiu's forehead, when he reached the scorching temperature, Dongfang Yi's heart tightened, and his heart was as distressed as a knife.

"What are you doing in a daze, go and ask for a doctor" Dongfang Yi turned his eyes sharply and shot at the butterfly on the side, and shouted angrily.

"Oh, oh" was drunk by Dongfang Yi, and Die'er turned around left and right in a panic, and then seemed to remember something, and ran out of the yard in a hurry.

Dongfang Yi glared at Die'er's back, looked back at Murong Jiu, whose face was unhealthy red, picked up the knife horizontally, hurriedly walked to the bed, gently put her on the bed, and pulled the quilt to wrap her tightly.

Murong Jiu opened his eyes weakly, looking at Dongfang Yi who was blocked by the mask, but could still feel anxious and distressed, and the coldness brought by his big cold hand sliding from her forehead to her cheeks actually made her heart have an indescribable warmth.

"You're not a doctor, how can you get sick, you can't take care of yourself like this" Dongfang Yi's dark voice was mixed with distress and a faint reproach.

"Ahem" Murong Jiu wanted to say something, but as her throat moved slightly, the burning pain caused her words to turn into a light cough before she could speak.

"Don't talk, lie down." Dongfang Yi's eyes flashed with a touch of distress, patted Murong Jiu's chest lightly, and after she stopped coughing, she got up and wanted to pour her a glass of water, but found that the tea on the table was cold. frowned and looked at Murong Jiu who was uncomfortable on the bed, at this time he didn't want to take half a step away, but he didn't go out, and now there was no one to call him.

Just when Dongfang Yi was in a dilemma, Die'er had already pulled a young man and hurriedly pushed the door in.

Dugu Yuankai was dressed as a wolf, at this time his clothes were a little untidy, and his hair was messy, and he knew that he had just woken up, and he was invited before he had time to freshen up. However, his face was sober, and his eyes were even more precious and shining.

On the way, although Die'er only said that Miss was sick and didn't wait for him to react, she dragged him to run for his life, but only one sentence suddenly made him feel refreshed.

Murong Jiu is sick, this is a great news, and it is a great joy

Cough what, think about his attainments in medical skills, it is also top-notch in the entire continent, but it always falls behind Murong Jiu, martial arts cough cough anyway, he was crushed to death by her, he was looking forward to the day when he came out, but he was looking forward to the long neck, hehe

However, what did he see now, there was a man in Murong Jiu's room, who was dressed in black and silver-faced, and that was not the sign of the Dark Pavilion Master

Dugu Yuankai's eyes were shining with starlight, it was a kind of fanaticism called Bafeng, at this time, he had long forgotten that Murong Jiu was still sick, waiting for him to see a doctor.

"You are a doctor" Dongfang Yili's eyes swept towards Dugu Yuankai, and his cold breath was like an ice blade.

"Uh, yes, yes" Dugu Yuankai's body shuddered involuntarily, the starlight in his eyes disappeared instantly, his eyes flashed, and he replied weakly.

"Then you, you can't come yet." Dongfang Yi's eyes were a little colder, and a sentence squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Oh, oh" Dugu Yuankai was suddenly startled, and hurriedly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, pulled out Murong Jiu's wrist from the quilt, and took the pulse seriously.

The empty coldness in her hand made the drowsy Murong Jiu feel a little clear, and she felt a warm big hand holding her wrist, and vaguely guessed that it should be Dugu Yuankai who came to see a doctor for her. I wanted to open my eyes to see, but my eyelids only trembled slightly, and after seeing a slight glimmer of light, she closed them weakly, and this action seemed to take away all her strength, and she fell asleep again.

It has been said that illness is like a mountain, and the more people who are not sick often, once the illness enters the body, it will be out of control, and Murong Jiu is a testament to this.

Dugu Yuankai diagnosed Murong Jiu with excessive thinking and cold invasion, although there was no major problem, but he must also do his best to get rid of body heat, otherwise it will cause great damage to his body. And this is nothing to Dugu Yuankai, the medicine he prescribed can definitely make Murong Jiu's fever go down quickly, but it also requires the cooperation of the patient, isn't it

Murong Jiu, who was asleep, was like a stubborn child, she refused to enter the medicinal soup, and even subconsciously pursed her mouth tightly after smelling the smell of the medicine.

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