Xuan Jiu pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

This chicken is the only one in the family, and I thought she would wake up soon, so he killed it early and wanted to make up for her, but three days later, he didn't wake up, so he asked Dr. Hua to show her.

Dr. Hua has helped their family many times, and they don't have to trouble him.

However, the blood flow on Ye Jin'er's head became more and more violent, and the fever did not stop, and ordinary treatment was useless. In this case, she could easily end up with a whimper, and if she couldn't keep up with her nutrition, she would definitely die.

I wanted to give her a few bites when she was asleep, but my aunt found out that his family had slaughtered a chicken, so she snatched most of it, leaving them only with the remains.

But fortunately, my aunt didn't take all the chicken soup, and there was still some leftover soup, so he took it and fed her.

However, in addition to some available decoction, she was sleepy, and the rest of the food could not enter her mouth, but the chicken soup could not be wasted, no, he had to use some small methods to save the chicken soup until now, and send it to her after a while of heat.

She hadn't eaten for a long time, and if she really went on like this, how could her body be able to bear it.

He had put a great deal of effort into saving the soup until now, and she had to drink some of it anyway.

"Don't make a fuss, drink the soup quickly, it's important to save your body, even if the soup tastes weird, it won't hurt your body."

The young man's gentle voice of consolation carries its unique dryness and freshness, like a jade strike, moist and crisp.

Ye Yanxun pursed his lips, glanced at him, and snorted: "Don't drink!" ”

"Drink!" The young man said strongly, "Although you no longer have a fever, the wound on your forehead has not healed, don't mess around." ”

"Wounds?"

Ye Yanxun raised his eyebrows and asked.

Xuan Jiu stood without saying a word, he carefully took the bowl and put it to Ye Yanxun's mouth, vowing to make her finish drinking.

Ye Yanxun smiled softly, the corners of his mouth were playfully curled, and his thin little hand took the soup bowl handed over, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Holding the bowl, she raised it with one hand and suddenly attacked the young man's clothes, fast and accurate, which caught people off guard.

Xuan Jiu was slightly surprised.

However, before he could figure out what she was going to do, his body flipped over, and with a "poof", he was thrown into bed by the girl.

His back hit the bed board hard, causing a pain in his back that had not yet subsided, he was in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and his clear eyes were unknown.

Ye Yanxun grabbed his neckline, put his knees against the bed, leaned over to meet his stubborn black eyes, and only felt funny.

The elegant fragrance of ink came from his body, which was refreshing.

She was still holding the bowl, the soup in the bowl was not splashed out due to her big movements, and the soup noodles were still unwavering and quiet.

A malicious smile appeared in the corners of her eyes, adding a touch of life to her flat face and rendering a touch of demon.

Ye Yanxun let go of the young man's clothes, patted his thin face, and smiled even deeper when he saw his stunned gaze.

She touched the so-called wound and suddenly lifted the bloody bandage on her head.

Without waiting for the teenager to stop her, she gently tugged at it, and all the bandages slipped off.

Xuan Jiu's pupils shrank, and his forehead, which was originally supposed to be bloody, was now as clean as ever, and there was not a drop of blood flowing out, not even the slightest scar.

It was as if she hadn't been hurt at all, and the blood-red bandage that couldn't be ignored told him that she had that wound.