The doctor didn't dare to hold it up, so he quickly got up and respectfully called the young marshal.

But he didn't look at it, but reached out and took off his gloves, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward to take it with both hands, and diligently untied his cloak and brought hot water to him.

He took a sip and put it down, then sat down on Ji Li's bed.

A bloody smell mixed with cold wind instantly overflowed into his nasal cavity, making Ji Li cough slightly uncomfortably.

She was not so delicate, but her body had never suffered much, and it was indeed a lot of sin to be pushed into the pond in the winter.

Zuo Modu saw her coughing, and his sharp gaze fell on the doctor: "How is the young lady?" ”

His voice did not fluctuate, it was very quiet, but it was so heavy that he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

The doctor didn't dare to fool him, shook his head and said strangely: "Although Madame has woken up, her pulse is extremely weak, like a ...... It's like ......"

Suddenly feeling that there was a mountain pressing on his back, the doctor looked at Zuo Modu, whose face was becoming more and more condensed, and closed his mouth, not daring to say that possibility.

Ji Li also looked sideways.

At this side, I saw his bottomless eyes, and I was a little hesitant in my heart.

The eye sockets were deep, the eyes were still red, the tip of the nose was slightly bloody, and there was nothing on the body that could prove that the person was resting.

He blinked, his fan-thick eyelashes covering his sleepiness.

"How can the young marshal have time to come over." She spoke, her voice was thin and soft, with the tone of a woman in the water town of Jiangnan, which was the voice of the original owner.

Zuo Modu is not a simple person, and he has more bloody killing aura than everyone she has seen in the three thousand small worlds, so the sense of oppression in her heart is also the strongest.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she probably wouldn't have believed that there would be such a character in the Three Thousand Small World.

It's not surprising that the original owner doesn't like him.

Zuo Modu hadn't rested for two nights, and he didn't care much after bringing the courtesan back the day before yesterday, but he didn't expect to let her push Shi Jili into the pond, if it wasn't for the people in the house who found out early, I'm afraid that his wife who was looking at him timidly in front of him would have died.

"Don't worry, this young marshal will give you an explanation for this matter." He only thought that Ji Li was complaining, and he didn't think how inappropriate it was for him to appear in the backyard during office hours, so he reached out and patted Ji Li's shoulder, and the hand seemed to be carrying cold air, drilling straight into Ji Li's body.

She couldn't help but shudder, her bloodless lips moved, and she looked at him with those eyes that seemed to be able to burst out of water, delicate and hesitant, and the four big words "want to speak and stop" instantly appeared in Zuo Modu's mind.

Looking at her cowering and aggrieved appearance, he explained unprecedentedly: "That woman can't move now, I'll be useful to her." ”

Ji Li frowned and nodded: "Don't worry, young marshal, I can understand, everything should be based on the overall situation." ”

Her appearance was more like intentional forbearance, Zuo Modu's face sank, and he suddenly had an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

His hand didn't move away, and he didn't know what kind of physique it was, and he was constantly absorbing the heat in Ji Li's body at this time.

Ji Li looked at him, and finally spoke after trembling twice: "Young marshal, your hand is ......" She felt like she was about to freeze to death by the ice! Obviously, this person has just taken off his gloves, and he is cold like this at this moment, but he is really a strange physique.

I don't know if it's her delusion, as soon as she said this, Zuo Modu's body seemed to stiffen.