After rebirth, my elder sister wants to steal my husband!

Ke'er stood aside, watching silently. Her heart was filled with doubts and worries, but she knew that now was not the time to ask questions. She had to wait for the man to wake up before she could understand the truth.

The most important thing now is to get the little beggar away and not let him steal the credit.

After treating the wound, the doctor left some medicine powder and bandages, and told the little beggar to change the man's bandages on time.

After Ke'er paid the doctor, she saw that the man didn't seem to be waking up yet, so she quietly followed the doctor, planning to find an opportunity to ask him more about the man's injuries.

The doctor didn't walk fast, and Ke'er followed him easily, keeping a certain distance.

Ke'er was full of curiosity and anxiety. She wanted to know the severity of the man's injuries and when he would die. She didn't have much money left when she escaped. It was not enough to sustain her for a few days.

If the man doesn't wake up for a long time, she will have to make other plans.

The doctor walked into the pharmacy, and Ke'er hesitated for a moment before following him in. The pharmacy was filled with a strong aroma of medicine, and there were all kinds of medicinal materials on display.

Ke'er pretended to be casual and wandered around the drugstore, occasionally asking about the prices and effects of medicinal materials.

The doctor didn't seem to notice Ke'er following him. He was concentrating on selecting herbs and preparing medicine for the man. Ke'er took the opportunity to move closer, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation between the doctor and the owner of the drugstore.

"This gentleman's injuries are serious. His body is covered with knife and sword wounds. I don't know who he offended to deserve such heavy punishment." The doctor said in a low voice.

The servant who did odd jobs beside the doctor echoed this.

"Yeah, it's really scary to see him covered in blood. And that gentleman looks like he should be a nobleman."

"The patient has little to say but is more talkative."

The doctor warned.

It was at this moment that he noticed Ke'er standing nearby and eavesdropping.

"Grandma, have you been following me all the way here?"

"That's great. It saves me from having to go back. This is the medicine for that man. Take it back. Come back and find me if you need anything."

The doctor was thinking so deeply just now that he didn't even notice Ke'er was following him.

But he didn't doubt anything.

After all, what can a frail old woman do?

"Oh, alright!"

Ke'er took the herbs, paid the doctor, pretended nothing had happened, and walked out of the pharmacy.

She was thinking about what she should do next to take better care of the man.

She decided to buy some ingredients first and make some nourishing soup for the man.

In any case, we need to wake the man up as soon as possible.

Ke'er went to the vegetable market and picked out some fresh vegetables and lean meat, as well as some supplements.

She thought that when the man woke up, he would feel warm and comforted when he saw her concern.

At that time, I will be his savior.

He will definitely repay himself well.

When Ke'er returned to the shabby house, the little beggar had brought a basin of water and was wiping the dirt off the man's face.

The man closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheek. His face was sharply contoured and his nose was high. Even though he looked pale at the moment, it couldn't hide his innate handsomeness.

Occasionally, the man would move too roughly and frown slightly, causing the little beggar to feel distressed.

He moved more gently.

He wiped it carefully, avoiding the wound for fear of hurting the man.

Ke'er stood at the door and saw this scene.

I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Could it be that this little beggar likes this man?

But he is a man!

Ke'er got goosebumps all over her body.

"You're back." The little beggar looked up and saw Ke'er standing at the door, with a glimmer of joy in his eyes. He put down the towel in his hand, stood up, and walked towards Ke'er.

"Well, I bought some things." Ke'er said softly, holding up the package in her hand, which contained some simple medicinal herbs and food. "I'll make some soup for brother later to nourish his body."

The little beggar nodded, with gratitude in his eyes. "You are so kind and considerate. It is a blessing for him to have a sister like you."

Ke'er smiled slightly, but the weird feeling in her heart became stronger.

Now I start to thank her on behalf of the man, which is actively putting myself in the role of the hostess!

Such thoughts made Ke'er feel uncomfortable and a little nauseous. She shook her head, trying to get rid of these messy thoughts from her mind.

She walked to the bed, put down the package in her hand, and started to get busy.

She has lived in this shabby house for a few days.

She is very familiar with everything here.

She first took out the herbs one by one, carefully identifying their shapes and colors to make sure there were no mistakes.

Then she began to clean the herbs, took out the pots and pans, prepared the fire, and started to cook the soup.

The little beggar stood aside, watching Ke'er's skillful movements silently.

I felt relieved.

Fortunately, Ke'er was here, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do.

After Ke'er prepared the medicine, she was about to feed it to the man when the little beggar got there first.

"Sister, you are tired too, so go and rest first. I will take care of him here."

The little beggar consciously began to call Ke'er "sister".

"Let me take care of my brother. Men are always careless. What if you choke my brother?"

What a joke, she bought the herbs, prepared the firewood, boiled the medicine, and even cleaned the house.

What if the man suddenly wakes up during the process of feeding the medicine and takes all the credit for it all on the little beggar?

If she is stupid, is it so easy to take away her credit?

Ke'er became more and more annoyed with this little beggar.

"But……"

The little beggar wanted to say something, but Ke'er had already begun to carefully feed the medicine into the man's mouth.

No matter how unwilling the little beggar was, he had no choice but to do so.

Ke'er fed the man the medicine. Although the man still had his eyes closed, his brows relaxed slightly, as if he felt the nourishment of the medicine.

As night fell, a dim oil lamp was lit in the shabby house.

Ke'er was guarding the sleeping man in the house, and the little beggar was guarding the door, not letting other beggars in.

As the night deepened, Ke'er's eyelids began to droop. She yawned, stood up, and found some straw to spread on the ground to sleep.

After all, the bed has been occupied by the man.