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Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally safe: "Mr. Meng, I wonder if you can help me make an introduction?"

Meng Feiji looked solemn and said: "Don't be in a hurry to see my mother. You need to take good care of yourself first!"

"This is not far from Puyang Mansion. When you are ready, I will send you there! How about it?"

Song Xiang nodded and thanked him again: "Thank you Mr. Meng for your life-saving grace!"

Meng Feiji brought the bowl to Song Xiang and joked: "This is my first time taking care of someone. Drink this bowl of medicine quickly!"

Seeing this, Song Xiang took the bowl with his uninjured hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ms. Song, you haven't recovered from the cold and are still injured on your arms and back, so don't get up!"

Meng Feiji then said: "The arrow wound on your back won't be healed in a while, so don't rush to do things!"

"The knife wound on the arm is not deep. It will be almost healed after a few days!"

Song Xiang felt wet on his back, but he was too embarrassed to tell Meng Feiji, so he could only endure it.

"Mr. Meng, who changed the clothes on me?"

Meng Feiji's face turned red, and he said with a hint of embarrassment: "I asked a nearby peasant woman to help you change it!"

"I hugged you in a hurry, which was not what I wanted. If...if..."

Song Xiang said embarrassedly: "I don't care about this, I just want to ask the young master if he can find the peasant woman who treats the doctor?"

"What's wrong? Did your wound bleed when you got up just now?"

Meng Feiji is a martial arts practitioner. He is very sensitive to the smell of blood. When he suddenly smelled such a pungent smell, he immediately thought that Song Xiang's wound was bleeding again. However, he had always been embarrassed to ask, but now he heard Song Xiang take the initiative to mention it. , which saved him the embarrassment.

Song Xiang smiled awkwardly and said, "I feel blood oozing from my back. I'm afraid it will stain the young master's bed. Why don't I ask the peasant woman to come over and change the medicine for me!"

"Excuse me, sir!"

Meng Feiji heard this and said, "Wait a moment," and quickly walked out of the room.

After a while, Meng Feiji walked in with a plainly dressed peasant woman.

As soon as the peasant woman came in, she took the medicine box and saluted Song Xiang, and then said to Meng Feiji behind her: "Mr. Meng, please step aside while I change the medicine for this young lady before you come in!"

Meng Feiji nodded, retreated, and closed the door from outside.

The peasant woman walked to Song Xiang and said to Song Xiang: "Miss, please lie down for a while. After I give you the medicine, you can sleep on your side again."

Song Xiang lay down as instructed and waited for the peasant woman to take off her clothes, apply medicine to herself, and tie the cotton strips before turning sideways.

"Miss, you can't wear these clothes anymore. I'll go and report to Mr. Meng and ask him to find you some close-fitting clothes?"

Song Xiang waved his hand, sweat dripping from his forehead: "Go ahead, I want to sleep for a while!"

The peasant woman walked out quietly and told Meng Feiji the specific situation.

Song Xiang slept very deeply. In the evening, the peasant woman accepted Meng Feiji's instructions and gave Song Xiang clothes and food.

After helping Song Xiang get dressed, the peasant woman prepared to feed Song Xiang, but Song Xiang refused.

"No need, I'll eat later when I'm hungry!"

The peasant woman said stubbornly: "You can't eat the vegetables when they are cold..."

Song Xiang had no choice but to wave away the peasant woman: "You go down first, Mr. Meng, let me take care of that!"

When the peasant woman walked away, Song Xiang turned sideways to reach for the food, but accidentally knocked over the bowl and plate.

The crisp cracking sound attracted the peasant woman who had just left not far away to rush back. Meng Feiji arrived at the door ahead of the peasant woman: "Go and bring fresh ones from the kitchen!"

He had just returned from martial arts training, and he was carrying a sword with him, which made people shudder.

When the peasant woman saw Meng Feiji like this, she didn't dare to stay and walked straight towards the kitchen.

When Meng Feiji stepped into the inner room, Song Xiang was lying on his side and sighed.

"You said you don't want anyone to serve you, so why are you sighing alone?"

Song Xiang was upset and said: "I feel like a useless person now. I can't do anything. I can't even put food into my mouth."

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Meng Feiji, feeling a little depressed and said: "Mr. Meng, when will I get better?"

Meng Feiji smiled and said: "You don't have to worry, I have asked the fourth slave to hire the best doctor in the city. When she comes, she will nurse you back carefully and the wound will definitely get better!"

What Song Xiang didn't know was that her wound had suppurated. If not treated in time, she would die.

The peasant woman brought the new meal, and Meng Feiji felt relieved when he watched the peasant woman feed the meal to Song Xiang one bite at a time.

At night, Song Xiang suddenly developed a high fever.

Meng Feiji was worried about Song Xiang and came over to check at night. He called at the door for a long time but there was no response. When he opened the door and went in, he found that Song Xiang's forehead was covered with sweat.

There were still moans and chants in his mouth.

Meng Feiji leaned over to listen and heard Song Xiang shouting: "Shu Xing...Shu Xing..."

He approached Song Xiang and called her several times. When she saw no response, he immediately invited the doctor from Fucheng to diagnose and treat Song Xiang again.

The doctor from Fucheng said: "In the evening, I have already seen this young lady. This young lady had an arrow wound. The wound had been soaked in water for so long, and the diagnosis and treatment was delayed by a country doctor. Today It is reasonable for fever symptoms to appear late, whether you can survive it depends on tonight!"

"I wonder if there is anyone close to her. If she can stay by her side, wipe her body with warm water to dissipate the heat from her body, and change her dressing from time to time, she will definitely get better!"

Meng Feiji said in embarrassment: "Doctor Qian, please prescribe the medicine first!"

Doctor Qian sat down and prescribed the medicine again, and then ordered the four slaves to follow him to get the medicine and boil it.

Meng Feiji took a new quilt from his room and covered Song Xiang again.

Then he personally filled a basin of water and wiped Song Xiang with cotton cloth over and over again.

In the nightmare, Song Xiang grabbed Meng Feiji's hand and pulled it in front of him, as if grasping a life-saving straw, murmuring: "Shu Xing, don't leave me..."

"Shu Xing, don't say cruel words..."

"Shu Xing, I understand your difficulties, don't leave me..."

"Don't go, don't go, don't go!"

Meng Feiji frowned and wanted to distance himself from Song Xiang, but Song Xiang, who was in a daze, was surprisingly strong and refused to let go of Meng Feiji.

"Song Xiang, wake up! Are you having a nightmare?"

Song Xiang is still unable to wake up from the nightmare...

Meng Feiji's heart skipped a beat, he moved his cheek closer to Song Xiang, pressed his forehead against Song Xiang's, and whispered comfort.

When the fourth slave came in with the medicine, he saw such an ambiguous scene.

He was so frightened that he almost knocked over the medicine bowl in his hand, and finally placed the square plate on the table with great difficulty.

Only then did he dare to speak out: "Sir, you are a noble person. Doing this is unbecoming of an official. You will feel uncomfortable if others see you!"