Huiqing was busy in the dilapidated thatched hut.

Go to the stream to fetch water, go to the kitchen to boil water, and look for food......

He moved quickly but not hurriedly, pile by pile, and soon got it done, and came in with a wooden basin of water.

The towels in the house were dirty and black and couldn't be used, so Hui Qing wrung out his yellow handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat beads from his face.

Her little face was flushed, but there was a sickly pale underneath the red, and she was really sick.

Huiqing wiped her hands again, then washed the handkerchief, wrung it out again, folded it into a long strip, and applied it to her forehead.

Youying was on the side, looking at his serious and cautious appearance, the cat's eyes secretly bent and smiled.

Ouch, this monk looks a little colder, but he is actually very caring.

But it remembered that in the planes it had experienced before, the Tilting Phoenix had told it—

Compassion, compassion, compassion, these are not love and like.

Youying pouted, it was better to have pity than nothing.

After Huiqing finished working here, he went to the kitchen to be busy.

When he came in again, he brought a bowl of hot water, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took a spoon to feed the water.

She unconsciously drank the water slowly.

But Huiqing still frowned slightly, his eyes full of worry.

Fever, sometimes fatal.

She has a small turnip body, and now she is short of medical treatment, he can only hope that her high fever will go down soon, otherwise......

……

The night was getting darker.

Hui Qing had already put the room in order, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed and chanting silently, while paying attention to the situation of the Tilting Phoenix.

The strip of cloth on his forehead was changed over and over again, and the water was fed all the time.

But the burning red on her little face has not been able to go down.

Huiqing also searched inside and outside the house, but found no medicinal materials that could be used.

The small mountain village is so poor that there are no green onions and ginger that are used in some fever remedies.

He could only sigh in his heart.

Hui Qing twisted his eyebrows, thinking back to the methods he had heard before, and it seemed that massaging certain acupuncture points could relieve the fever.

His medical skills were superficial, and he only remembered the approximately.

You have to try your best.

He took her hot little hand and gently rubbed her tiger mouth with a solemn expression.

After that, it's the temples.

Her cheeks were hot and had a delicate and silky texture.

Unfamiliar touch...... Is this a woman's skin?

Huiqing's movements stiffened slightly, and she didn't dare to touch her anymore.

But he paused for only a moment, then lowered his eyelashes and continued to rub her.

The movements became gentler.

But in his heart, at this moment, he really realized that this little benefactor was a woman.

Previously, he only regarded her as a little girl who had not grown up and needed protection.

I never thought about "male and female defense".

Now he realized it, but his face remained unchanged.

If he is upright and open, he is worthy of his heart!

I rubbed it for her for a while, but the fever still didn't go away.

But the girl who was sleeping suddenly called in a low voice: "Ah Chen......"

She frowned tightly, looking uncomfortable, and fumbled with her hands, as if trying to catch someone.

"Ah Chen, you wait for me......"

Hui Qing was stunned for a moment, looked at her with some concern, and looked solemn-

What to do, the little donor is burning and starting to talk nonsense!

Shadow quietly stepped aside, leaving room for them.

The Tilting Phoenix seemed to be burning badly, but whether it was true or not, it always felt that something was going to happen later.

As soon as it retreated, the girl's little hand groped around the monk's waist......