After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

The liquid medicine was in a narrow-mouthed glass bottle, which made it easy to pour out without leaking. Shen Zhao glanced at the man's lips, feeling a little distressed, and decided to try feeding him with a spoon first.

She lifted Mu Yanchen's head slightly, then carefully poured some liquid medicine onto the spoon, and then forcefully pried open the man's mouth...

But Mu Yanchen seemed to be having a nightmare, his lips were tightly pursed and his brows were furrowed in the shape of the Chinese character "川". Shen Zhao had to use a lot of effort to pry open a tiny gap and slowly feed the liquid medicine into him through the gap, but his teeth were clenched so tightly that the liquid medicine seeped out from the corner of his mouth not long after.

It was also the first time for Shen Zhao to feed medicine to a patient. She had always had an assistant to help her in the past, but now she realized how arduous a task it was. And the patient she was facing now was not an ordinary patient. This patient could wake up at any time and might even suffer from dementia after waking up, which was somewhat dangerous.

Shen Zhao didn't give up and repeated the action several times.

She pursed her lips and stared at the green liquid oozing from the corner of her mouth in distress. It was not that she had no experience in kissing. She had tried it with Xiao Yi before, but when Xiao Yi was distracted and wanted to put his tongue in, she still felt nauseous and did not try again. But it was really difficult for her to feed him mouth to mouth now. Moreover, she was asked to take advantage of the situation and drive straight in. Psychologically, she could not accept it. But whether to accept or not was one thing, and whether to do it or not was another. Was she going to watch him die? Or wait for him to wake up and attack her again? And she promised to save him...

Shen Zhao calmed himself down, made a decision in his heart, took a little medicine into his mouth, stared at the man's lips for a moment, and then leaned down.

Her lips slowly approached the man's. She decided to go all the way. There was no one watching here and the man was unconscious. No one knew what she had done. After she prepared herself mentally and hardened her heart, Shen Zhao moved forward directly. The touch of the man's lips was just as bad as she had imagined. It hurt her, but she had to continue. She pressed her tongue against his teeth and pried them open with a little force. Her hands were not idle either. She grabbed the back of Mu Yanchen's head and moved it, opening his teeth a little. Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Zhao fed the medicine into his body. She could feel the man's Adam's apple move, which meant he had swallowed it successfully.

After finishing this attempt, Shen Zhao stood up, took a breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead due to nervousness.

Then he did the same thing, from the beginning he tried a little bit to the end he fed her big mouthfuls. Mu Yanchen's natural reaction was also very resistance in the beginning but in the end he completely loosened his teeth and let Shen Zhao do whatever he wanted. In the end Shen Zhao felt a little bit sad. If she had known that Mu Yanchen was so easy to feed, she should have used this method earlier.

After drinking the medicine, Mu Yanchen seemed to no longer have nightmares, and his brows relaxed. Shen Zhao saw that his condition was stable. She reached out and touched his wrist again. Her pulse was indeed much steadier, and even the hidden poison was suppressed. This made Shen Zhao completely relieved.

She frowned as she looked at him, almost forgetting how this man had just attacked the servants. Even if he attacked, it was impossible for those servants not to fight back, so there were some scratches on his body, and the blood on some wounds had coagulated because they had not been treated for a long time. She sighed helplessly, and had just accepted defeat for the time being.

She ran back to Mu Yanchen's bedroom, quickly selected a set of pajamas from the cloakroom that was almost as big as a living room, and returned to her own room.

She didn't feel it when she was taking the pajamas. When she stood beside the bed and wanted to change Mu Yanchen's clothes and treat his wounds, she felt that it was inappropriate. But when she thought that Situ Rui seemed to be disabled, it seemed even more inappropriate to ask him to do this.

She calmed herself down, with a calm and far-sighted mindset, looking straight ahead. She slowly reached out her hand, hesitantly touched the buttons on Mu Yanchen's body, shrank back, and touched it again. This time she pinched the button accurately, and with a little force she unscrewed the first button, revealing the man's protruding collarbone. Shen Zhao's hands became more and more skillful, and then she touched the sternum, then the ribs, and finally the abdomen that had shrunk to form a concave shape. The scars on it were not deep, but they could still have a shocking effect on a skinny and malnourished man.

Shen Zhao didn't know what her mentality was at that time. If she was still a little reluctant to gloat over Situ Rui's misfortune, then when she saw the scars on Mu Yanchen's body, the sadness that overflowed from the bottom of her heart was real. He had new wounds and old wounds that had faded, mottled on this frail body. She knew that this person had been tortured since high school, but it seemed that no one around him had noticed it until the disease dragged on until now, deep into his bones, until he could no longer bear it and showed it in front of others. He could have been a brilliant person, and probably the focus of the school, but because of this disease and the drag of the poison, he could only be buried in the sea of ​​people.

She was so awed that she dared not desecrate the man in front of her. She carefully washed every exposed part of his skin and took good care of every scar, whether it was on his body or legs. Only when she had touched his legs all over did she realize that she had taken off his pants. She blushed and glanced at the man who was still sleeping. The man's eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly as if he was affected by the scene in his dream, but he had no intention of waking up. Shen Zhao went from being nervous to subconsciously relieved, without stopping the movement of her hands. She changed the man into new pajamas, pulled her quilt to cover him, and turned off the light and walked out of the bedroom after hearing his regular breathing.

She didn't close the bedroom door for fear that Mu Yanchen would wake up in the middle of the night and need her, but her room was too small to accommodate an extra bed. At this time, Shen Zhao felt a little resentful of Lin Han's arrangement, so she could only take out a new quilt and pillow from the closet and place them on the so-called sofa in the living room to spend the night.

The toilet in the room was different from the old one. It took up a large area and was equipped with a bathtub. Shen Zhao was a little flattered when he saw it. The sound of water splashing gradually came from the shower room, and the hot air adhered to the frosted glass shower door and condensed into dots of dew.

While Shen Zhao was slowly applying the shower gel, in the bedroom over there, the unconscious man gently moved his eyelashes. Although his eyelids were heavy, he still tried his best to open his eyes a little. The dim light source did not make him uncomfortable, but instead helped him to open his eyes again. His eyelids were completely opened, and the pair of deep eyes were hidden in the sunken eye sockets. At this time, the layer of mist covering his eyes faded away, revealing an extremely deep pupil color.

Mu Yanchen looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head, his heart sank, and then he heard a soft humming voice not far from the bedroom. His tense body relaxed, but a moment of doubt flashed through his mind. Although the melody was intermittent, Mu Yanchen pieced it together and heard that it was Sheng Baiyi's favorite song. How could she? He remembered that the song was privately adapted by Sheng Baiyi, and there was no such version on the Internet or in the market.

His physical illness and exhaustion caused him to suffer excruciating pain every time he moved, but he still stubbornly turned sideways. This posture allowed him to lower his head and see everything in the living room through the open door, including the frosted glass door filled with water mist.

After a while, Shen Zhao walked out with a towel hanging on his slender shoulders, pushing open the frosted glass door with one hand. The mist dispersed in an instant. Shen Zhao was dressed casually after bathing, wearing only a small vest on his upper body, revealing a large area of ​​delicate skin. The snow-white skin usually covered by the school uniform formed a sharp contrast with the wheat-like color of his face. Even Mu Yanchen was stunned when he saw it, and then turned his eyes away.

Even so, Shen Zhao had no intention of letting him go, because as soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she carefully noticed that Mu Yanchen's sleeping posture had changed. She didn't even have time to put down the towel. She walked into the bedroom and turned on the ceiling light. She looked at Mu Yanchen's body turned sideways and knew that he was awake. Even if he closed his eyes at this time, he couldn't deceive her.

She looked at everything in front of her silently, then curled the corners of her mouth. It was a good thing that he woke up so quickly. She originally thought that he would have to wait until tomorrow. This proved that he could still be saved. Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved. She didn't care about Mu Yanchen pretending to sleep. If he wanted to pretend to sleep, let him pretend. It wouldn't hinder her from taking his pulse anyway.

Of course Mu Yanchen knew that Shen Zhao was walking towards the bedroom, but for some unknown reason, he closed his eyes. He could have opened his eyes wide and even ordered her, but he was defeated by a trace of cowardice. Now he could only let Shen Zhao manipulate him as he pleased, and even anxiously guessed Shen Zhao's next move.

Fortunately, she didn't do anything to him. He could feel her slender and round fingertips gently resting on his wrist and then squeezing it. It felt like it was burned there. A stream of heat slowly spread from the touching skin. After about a quarter of an hour, the soft touch loosened, followed by a "pop" sound. Mu Yanchen knew that Shen Zhao had turned off the lights, and then heard her footsteps going away, followed by the sound of her turning over the quilt.

Mu Yanchen knew that Shen Zhao had gone out to sleep, and he felt a sense of loss in his heart. He had only experienced this feeling with Sheng Baiyi before, and at this moment... He clenched his fists, and in the night light, his deep eyes opened again with a sharp light. He knew that Sheng Baiyi must have been murdered, but now he could not do anything with his frail body, and even her funeral had to be handled by others!

He hated his own weakness, but at the same time, even he was not aware of the hope in his eyes when he looked at the dim light in the living room. He knew from the bottom of his heart that the person who could save him had appeared. It had only taken him a few hours from the onset of the disease to waking up now. This was something that even Zhao Qing could not do, but Shen Zhao did it.

What she said to him that day was the truth, she had the ability to do so.

The next day, Shen Zhao prepared the medicine and placed it on Mu Yanchen's bedside. Although she didn't know why Zhao Qing didn't show up last night, she didn't want to see Mu Yanchen fall ill again today, so she got up at five in the morning to prepare today's medicine. She was still a senior high school student, and studying was still important. After all, she could no longer be Sheng Baiyi.

After finishing everything, she looked at the clock on the wall. It was just past six o'clock. It would take about an hour to get to school by taxi from the manor, so she would not be late.

She put down her schoolbag and walked to the door. She turned her head and looked into the bedroom. Seeing that Mu Yanchen was still sleeping, she did not intend to disturb him. She opened the door and wanted to go out, but what greeted her was a wall of flesh!

"Situ Rui, do you find it fun to be like this?" Shen Zhao's face turned cold when he saw Situ Rui's face which had some color but looked even uglier.

But unlike what Shen Zhao expected, Situ Rui did not come to stop her. He held his bandaged arm with a cold expression, "As the temporary housekeeper of the manor, I have prepared a car for you. Don't take a taxi to school by yourself. It's so shabby. After all, you are leaving the manor."

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips at him, "Thanks, Mu Yanchen is sleeping inside, go find him."

After saying that, Shen Zhao slipped down the stairs using the space left by Situ Rui's sidestep and took the bus to school.

When Situ Rui entered the bedroom, he was surprised to find Mu Yanchen leaning against the back of the bed, drinking quietly from a narrow-necked glass bottle in one hand, and a small note in the other hand. He lowered his eyes and looked intently at the words on it, without even glancing at him.

Situ Rui frowned, took a few steps forward and tried to snatch the medicine from Mu Yanchen's hand, but Mu Yanchen easily avoided it.

"No!" Situ Rui stood beside the bed and shouted sternly, but his face looked very respectful.

Mu Yanchen's face was unusually relaxed. He gently shook the green-yellow liquid medicine in the glass bottle, like fine wine. He put the note under the pillow and gently pressed it with the pillow. He suddenly smiled and looked up at Situ Rui, who looked painful, "Why not?"

"This medicine is not trustworthy. Before Zhao Qing comes back, be careful about what you put into your mouth!"

"What about Zhao Qingren?" Mu Yanchen shook the medicine in the bottle leisurely. The man lying on the bed dying yesterday seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Situ Rui hesitated, "I'm afraid Zhao Qing was kidnapped by Li Chengyi and his group."

This was the first news Situ Rui received. He knew it when he woke up in the middle of the night.

"Okay, I get it. There are more than just Li Chengyi who want me dead. Zhao Qing and the others won't do anything. After all, he is a rare miracle doctor in the world." Mu Yanchen looked at the note pressed under the pillow with gloomy eyes.

"In this case, shouldn't you be more careful? How dare you drink this medicine without Zhao Qing's confirmation?"

Mu Yanchen raised his eyes and looked at Situ Rui coldly, "Then why do you think I was able to wake up?"

"this?"

Situ Rui actually had some guesses in his mind, but he was unwilling to believe it, nor was he willing to admit it. After all, she was just a girl who was not even eighteen years old. How could she compare with Zhao Qing?

"Okay, let's stop discussing this matter here. You should clean up the people in the manor first."

"Yes."

The manor had always been peaceful and calm, and no one dared to act rashly. But because the news that Mu Yanchen was about to collapse spread in the manor, all the forces began to stir...