The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

However, due to her excessive impatience, Nier suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went dark, so she had to slow down the blowing action a little.

Nier squatted there, holding a piece of dry food in her left hand and gently holding the bowl with her right hand, eating attentively. She took a bite of the dry food first, then turned her head and blew cool air on the porridge carefully.

When the temperature dropped a little, he couldn't wait to put the porridge into his mouth, making a "slurping" sound, as if this mouthful of porridge had an extremely tempting taste.

A satisfied and happy smile appeared on his face, and he was completely immersed in the joy of enjoying the food.

After gulping down a bowl of steaming and fragrant porridge, I felt a warm current flowing slowly along the esophagus into the stomach. The originally empty heart instantly became full, as if it had a place to go, making me feel extremely secure and satisfied.

However, at this moment, fine beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead. These beads of sweat gathered together to form small streams, slowly sliding down the cheeks, giving people a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.

Nier subconsciously raised her arms and wanted to wipe the annoying sweat with her sleeves.

In a flash, Zhao Jincheng, who was standing by, was quick to take out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms and gently pressed it on Ni'er's head.

His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was afraid of hurting her. Then, he carefully pinched a corner of the handkerchief and gently tapped the parts of Nier's body where she was sweating the most. The handkerchief was like a gentle little hand, gently brushing Nier's forehead, taking away all the sweat and discomfort.

After a short while, Nier's forehead became fresh and clean again, without any sticky feeling.

Zhao Jincheng handed the handkerchief to his young apprentice, "Remember to use the handkerchief next time, don't wipe it directly with your sleeve."

Nier nodded slightly to show her agreement. She held the handkerchief handed to her by her master, which exuded a refreshing fragrance.

In such scorching hot weather, people tend to feel bored and anxious, but when Nier sniffed the fragrance on the handkerchief, she could feel her heart gradually calming down, as if she was in a quiet, deep, peaceful and harmonious world.

The weather has been hot recently, and I would sweat profusely even if I didn't move much, especially when I was eating. And every time at this time, my gentle master would always hand me a handkerchief as white as snow and embroidered with exquisite patterns.

This happened time and time again, and now Nier has accumulated many such precious handkerchiefs.

Nier carefully placed these handkerchiefs in an exquisite wooden box, and each of them carried the master's care and love for her.

Sometimes she would take them out one by one and carefully look at the embroidery on them. Looking at the full box of handkerchiefs, Nier's heart was filled with warmth and gratitude.

She decided to find a sunny day to wash the box of handkerchiefs, fold them neatly and return them to her master.

Because she knew that the master also needed to use handkerchiefs every day. If she kept so many, what would happen if the master had no more handkerchiefs to use?

Nier couldn't help but lower her head and pondered secretly. She had been with her master for quite some time, but she still couldn't learn his elegant and calm manners and demeanor.

Whether in his every move, frown or smile, the master exudes an irresistible charm that draws the attention of others involuntarily.

Thinking of this, Nier couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. She felt that she was really unworthy of her master's teachings and had wasted the opportunity to learn from him.

At this moment, a faint voice floated from afar, as if someone was anxiously asking passers-by: "Excuse me, where are Doctor Zhao and Doctor Xiao Nier? Does anyone know?"

Although the voice sounded a little distant, the urgency contained in it was clearly audible.

Zhao Jincheng and Ni'er couldn't help but look at each other, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in their hearts at the same time.

Could it be that something unexpected happened? Otherwise, why would someone be looking for me in such a hurry?

Especially Ni'er, she felt her heart sink suddenly, and an inexplicable panic instantly surged into her heart.

Because that voice was so familiar to her, it couldn't be more familiar.

She recognized him immediately. He was the young man who had gone to the mountains to pick herbs in order to cure his lover's illness!

As soon as the young man saw Zhao Jincheng, his eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, but he still bit his lips tightly, trying hard to hold back the tears from falling.

He took a deep breath and said in a trembling and choking voice, "Doctor Zhao! Xiaodie... Xiaodie suddenly fell into a coma! No matter how I called her or shook her, she didn't respond at all! You must save her!"

At this moment, Ni'er's mind kept replaying the scene of meeting Sister Xiaodie this morning.

At that time, Sister Xiaodie was still talking to me with a smile on her face, and her mental state seemed to be much better. Who would have thought that such a huge change would happen not long after that?

The more Nier thought about it, the more anxious she became, and her pace unconsciously quickened.

Just like that, the master and the disciple, along with the anxious young man, quickly ran towards the tent where Xiaodie was.

Zhao Jincheng looked so hurried that he didn't even have time to take out the pulse pillow. He quickly stretched out his right hand and accurately placed it on the patient's pulse.

His brows were tightly knitted together, as if they were twisted into a knot. As time went by, his expression became more and more solemn.

Carefully feeling the weak and disordered pulse, Zhao Jincheng sighed inwardly. This pulse is really not optimistic!

Although the right medicine has been found, the physical condition of the woman in front of us is worrying.

Her physical condition was already very poor, and long-term fatigue and malnutrition had caused a severe depletion of her energy and blood. Now she was on the verge of dying, and it was probably too late to save her.

The young man standing aside was already extremely anxious. He widened his eyes, looked at Zhao Jincheng anxiously, and asked impatiently: "Doctor Zhao, what happened to her? Please save her!" There was a hint of trembling and pleading in his voice.

And Ni'er, the little disciple who had always been following Zhao Jincheng, was also nervously watching her master's every move.