"What's going on? It's so noisy~"

Cheng Jingyun groaned on the bed, slowly sat up with her head in her hands, her whole body was weak, and she sweated a lot when she moved, and she looked like she was about to fall.

Song Zhancheng and Jinyun were both pinched and breathing, staring nervously at Cheng Jingyun's movements, not knowing what to do, and a little at a loss.

"Is it Jinyun, why are you here......" As she said, Cheng Jingyun suddenly shook her head and coughed violently, and that posture was simply not to cough out her lungs.

"You lie down and rest first, it's okay, I'll fix it." Song Zhancheng hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed, patted his back and smoothed down, and forcefully pressed the person to lie down, taking advantage of Cheng Jingyun's inattention, glared at Jinyun fiercely, and warned him not to talk nonsense.

What to do?

Jin Yun pursed his lips, his face wrinkled into the shape of a bun, and his two eyes stared at Cheng Jingyun who was blocked by Song Zhancheng.

"That person is seriously ill again, and he vomits blood, will he die......"

"Shut up!" Song Zhancheng lowered his voice and scolded angrily, Jin Yun was frightened by the fierce momentum, and his mouth was about to shed tears.

"Get out!"

There was another drive away, Jinyun was in a dilemma, his two feet rubbed on the ground, turned around and turned back, and finally struggled, or turned around and rushed out.

Song Zhancheng snorted coldly, counting him as acquaintances. Looking back at the sleeping Cheng Jingyun, Song Zhancheng noticed that he was wearing soaked clothes, no wonder he was cold......

The conditions were simple, General Song looked at the steaming water in the wooden barrel, and said secretly: It would be nice if there was a big bath bucket, and it would be possible to force out the cold in Cheng Jingyun's body as soon as possible.

Quickly cleaned himself up, put on a new and clean middle coat, and after a week of internal force in his body, the black hair quickly dried.

Well, refreshed, sure enough, Cheng Jingyun is too weak...... General Song didn't understand at all who made the family get drenched in the rain inexplicably, and the military doctors all said that it was the anger that caused the fever, and the rain was completely caused by external causes!

Forget it, women are no better than their men, and their weaknesses are weaknesses.

The heroic forgiveness tolerated Cheng Jingyun's "weakness", Song Zhancheng stood by the bed and hesitated for a moment, and the bed was occupied......

At this time, Cheng Jingyun was groggy and seemed to feel a coolness, so she touched it in the direction, and Song Zhancheng was suddenly pulled by her and was a little flustered.

"Cold~...... cold"

No matter! Song Zhan was ruthless, lifted the quilt and hurriedly got in, and soon a soft and hot body was pasted up, and General Song froze.

Healing is important, this king is not taking advantage of people's danger!

Babbling over and over again, slowly transporting the internal force, Song Zhancheng wrapped Cheng Jingyun into a silkworm chrysalis with two quilts, so that she couldn't break free, and the temperature on the two of them quickly rose~

Cheng Jingyun was quiet for a moment at first, and soon felt that the heat was too high, and the whole person began to move restlessly.

Kick the quilt! Can't kick it off?

I pull it with my hands! Hey, why can't you do it manually?

Unconsciously chirped and moaned, but Song Zhancheng was ruthless and had to cover her with a sweat, Cheng Jingyun's few struggles were completely like grasshoppers shaking the tree, and she couldn't help herself.

Half an hour later, through a quilt, Song Zhancheng could still feel that his arms were gradually becoming wet, and Cheng Jingyun no longer moved, but slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Because the internal force was used too quickly, the dense beads of sweat on Song Zhancheng's head condensed and slid down the corners of his forehead, and in the end, this person couldn't support it and fell asleep.

This sleep was really unconscious, and the noisy drill outside the tent did not alarm the sleeping two, Song Zhancheng was awakened by a nightmare.

When he opened his eyes, Cheng Jingyun was lying on top of him with half of her body, just pressing Song Zhancheng's head, and he couldn't breathe...... No wonder I dreamed of being pressed on the bed by a ghost!

"General!"

Song Zhancheng put on his armor and watched the soldiers being drilled majestically, as if nothing had happened just now.

Cheng Jingyun woke up slowly, with a bowl of warm water on the ground, some fragrant porridge and her favorite side dishes.

Who, the service is quite thoughtful.

Wrong!

Look around, this isn't her tent! And why does it look so familiar? There were books and weapons everywhere......

Book? Cheng Jingyun came back to her senses suddenly, by the way, among the more than 10,000 people, except for Song Zhancheng, who can read military books, it is estimated that she has some medical books there, and in addition, all the paper is used to go to the toilet.

So, this is Song Zhancheng's camp. So, did she sleep a lot on Song Zhancheng's bed?

Sniffing her nose gently, Cheng Jingyun suddenly smelled a smell of sweat......

Immediately threw away the quilt in disgust, this Song Zhancheng looks quite turtle hair on the surface, isn't the quilt clean? Even if you don't have time, you might as well change to a clean one!

Even if there is a scarcity of materials in the army, it will not be wronged that you are not a general.

No, she seemed to see Jinyun coming to her yesterday? Hallucination? "Broken"! exclaimed, remembering that there was a serious illness in the room, and Cheng Jingyun didn't drink the porridge anymore, and the side dishes were not in the mood to taste it, so he got up and rushed out.

It just so happened that a cold wind was blowing in her face, and she almost rolled back into the tent.

"Oh, grandma, you've appeared!" Ying San kept the sick number for a day and a night, watching his pulse fluctuate, and almost stopped moving a few times, he was already mourning more than dying, but finally struggled until Cheng Jingyun appeared.

"What's wrong? What happened, how was he, did he wake up? ”

"I woke up once, but it seemed to be back to light, and after that, not only did my breath become weaker, but I also seemed to have some difficulty breathing."

Ying San told the situation of that guy again truthfully, and Cheng Jingyun pricked up her ears while pricking up her needles to listen carefully.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, and the silver needle that should have been pierced turned around, and he heard Shadow San wailing.

Cheng Jingyun came back to her senses, looked at the palm of Ying San's hand and suddenly bruised, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, you pay attention to remind me!" ”

Remind? Reminder what? Ying San was confused, "Miss Cheng, should you be sick?" I see your face is pale, and you haven't sweated so much since the last injection? ”

Cheng Jingyun devoted all her energy to the sick number, and after a while, she found that the person stopped breathing twice briefly.

Another set of silver needles was used, and Cheng Jingyun was drenched in water, just when Ying San was terrified, thinking about whether to go to Song Zhancheng to save his life, oh no, to save the scene.

"Shadow Three, help me transport some internal force for him."

Shadow Three didn't say a word and immediately got started, and the two of them worked together for two quarters of an hour, only to hear a "poof", and a large mouthful of stasis of dirty blood splattered on the ground.

Cheng Jingyun didn't dodge, half of her clothes were dirty, her hands kept moving, and she soon shouted to Ying San to stop her hand, and at the same moment, a black pill was stuffed into the man's mouth by her.

"Okay, I've almost survived the first hurdle......"

"Miss Cheng? Miss Cheng! Come on! ”

Cheng Jingyun didn't have a good idea, such a toss, Song Zhancheng's hard work last night was in vain.

Shadow San looked at his master's dark face, released cold air pressure all over his body, and swayed weakly.