When Wen Cha was brought into Ansel's house by Steward Hill, the young viscount leaned against the head of the bed with a flushed face, and his eyes looked fierce, but in fact he had begun to be powerless.

"Your Excellency......," Butler Hill walked to Ansel's side hesitantly, "I brought the western tea." ”

"Get out," Ansel said coldly, enduring the discomfort, "you go out now!" ”

Steward Hill paused for a moment, and after making sure he was serious, he retreated with a heavy heart.

The moment the door was closed, Wen Cha turned around and walked to Ansel, but before he could speak, Ansair turned his head and fainted on the bed again.

Wen Cha was embarrassed, and bent down to probe his forehead, which was already burning hot.

Now there is no doctor, and if Ansel is not given a fever, there is a good chance that the young viscount will burn to the point of stupidity, or die.

It's tricky.

Wen Cha opened the door and called the first-class manservant waiting at the door, "Go and bring up the alcohol prepared in the castle." ”

After a moment's hesitation, the manservant turned around and went downstairs, and after a while, he came up with alcohol.

Wencha closed the door and walked over to Ansel, reaching for the buttons on his pajamas.

The most straightforward way now is to physically cool down.

She poured some water into the alcohol, wiped Ansel's body little by little, and secretly prayed that the viscount would not hold her rude accountable when he woke up.

Ansel's body is slender, muscular, and the appearance of lying on the bed is weak, which looks very contradictory and visually striking.

Wen Cha took off his shirt and could still look directly at his body, and the next place, as a virtuous maid, she passed almost with her eyes closed.

After wiping off the alcohol, Warm Tea dressed Ansel and stood by waiting for him to wake up.

In the second half of the night, the fever on Ansel's body subsided, but his face was still a little pale, and his eyebrows were a little sickly, looking a little inexplicably fragile.

After dawn, Wen Cha called the manservant to come and clean up all the things in the house, and asked the viscount to make a pot of porridge.

It was not until noon that the viscount awoke, opened his gray eyes, and turned his head to see the maid who had slept on the edge of the bed as a piglet.

The dry, smoking throat suggested that it was time for him to drink water, and he hesitated at the sight of the black shadows of the maid's eyelids.

Wen Cha didn't say anything long before she was awakened by a burning gaze, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she met the steaming eyes of Anse El.

"Your Excellency, you're finally awake." She sat up with a little surprise, and without him speaking, she went to get the water that had been prepared on the small table next to her, and carefully let Ansel drink most of the glass of water before she said in fear: "Do you know how dangerous you were last night?" It's going to scare us servants to death. ”

Anse El glanced at her, "You were taking care of me last night?" ”

"That's true." Wen Cha said honestly.

Anse Air was about to speak, when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol, "What did you wipe me?" ”

"Just a little alcohol," Wencha explained, "it's something that will make you feel comfortable." ”

Anse El's eyes narrowed, "How do you know this thing works?" ”

Wen Cha calmly met his gaze, and said very naturally: "When I was in the village, I saw a country doctor, and that's what he did."

This explanation was not up to the mark for Anse Elle, but he didn't delve any further, allowing his maid to have some interesting little secrets.

"Thank you." He thanked him in a hoarse voice, "You saved my life again." ”

"That's as it should be." Wen Cha said.

"What do you want?" Anse Air never felt that these were the way they should be, last time Wen Cha saved him, he promoted Wen Cha to a first-class maid, and now that Wen Cha saved him again, he didn't know what else to give her.

"I don't want anything, my lord," Wen Cha said earnestly, "as long as you can keep me in the manor, it will be my great honor."

"I never thought of kicking you out," Ansel immediately complied with the request, "but this is not inconsistent with keeping you on the estate. ”

"Then I don't have anything else to ask for......"

"If you need any help in the future, you can come to me." Ansel interrupted her, "For the sake of you saving me, I'm willing to give you the best help. ”

"Thank you," the blank check immediately bought Wen Cha, and she didn't twist it with Ansel, and said with a smile: "I don't need much help for the time being, and if I have anything in the future, I will definitely ask you for help."

"Okay." Anse El secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm hungry."

Wen Cha turned his head and ordered the manservant to bring the boiled porridge, followed by Steward Hill.

The steward of Hill had not slept since last night, and he dreamed one moment that the Viscount had died and the manor was bankrupt, and the other he dreamed that the Viscount was still alive and was going to kick him out of the castle.

These two dreams, no matter which one, are a nightmare for an aging housekeeper.

Leaving the Rose Manor, he probably couldn't find a more relaxed and decent job here, and he didn't want to offend his master easily.

After following the manservant into the house, Hill's butler walked straight to Ansel's side and said apologetically, "I was reckless last night, please forgive me for being rude."

Anse El didn't look at him, took the porridge in Wen Cha's hand, and began to drink the porridge one by one.

Seeing this, Steward Hill felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

It didn't take long for Ansel to hand the bowl back to Wen Cha and looked at Steward Hill with a pale face.

"Who called Adam last night?"

As soon as the steward of Hill heard this, he knew that it was bad, Adam was called by him, he was kicked by the Viscount last night, broke his hand, and finally left in anger, and now the Viscount is going to bring up the old matter with him again, isn't he not a human inside and out?

Butler Hill wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, "Yes, I called you, my lord." ”

"You called him," Anse El stared at him indifferently, "why did you call him over?" ”

"I—I'm too worried about you," said the steward Hill, under pressure, "Dr. Abel was not in the hospital at the time, and only the merciful Doctor Adam could help us, and I spent ten shillings on my own initiative to get him, my lord, and all the servants could testify to it. ”

"Do you think he can cure me?" Anse El continued to ask.

"Yes, my lord," replied the steward Hill, neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Dr. Adam is Yorkshire's best physician for fevers, and so all the civilians he has treated. ”

His righteous words amused Ansel, "You used ten shillings to let him bleed me, you are really my good steward." ”

This unhurried, unangry remark frightened Steward Hill.

"My lord," Steward Hill knew that things were going bad, and he almost fell to his knees in fright, "I really think about your body, you must trust me." ”