Yuqiongyin

Chapter 502 Fantasy: A Dying Mad Girl and a Scheming Young Man Who Can Be a Drug Candidate (18

The morning light shines into the house through the mottled window lattices, as if covering this quiet space with a layer of warm yellow gauze.

The moment Feng Chenning regained consciousness, he was still immersed in the ups and downs of the dream just now——

In the dream, a man in black was chasing me relentlessly, my best friend was seriously injured and on the verge of death, I was filled with grief and ran away in panic, cold sweat soaked the back of my pajamas, and my heart was still beating rapidly.

When the vision became completely clear, Feng Chenning turned around and saw Rong Yunlu sitting quietly on a wooden chair not far from the bed, with a straight posture. A black shirt made his noble temperament and deep eyebrows even more captivating.

He rested his elbows on the armrests, crossed his fingers and placed them lightly on his chin. He stared at her silently, and no one knew how long he had been staring at her.

"How did you come?"

She was exhausted both physically and mentally, and had never expected Rong Yunqiu to show up so early in the morning.

Rong Yunqiu raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stood up and walked to the bedside, put his slender fingers on her forehead, his movements were gentle but irresistible: "Saint girl is my patient, I have to come to see you every day."

As he spoke, his eyes carefully swept over Feng Chenning's face, as if to confirm whether she was okay, and there was an imperceptible worry and concern in his dark eyes.

Feng Chenning shook her head. Her voice trembled slightly, revealing a bit of anxiety and fatigue. "How is the prescription?"

Rong Yunqi keenly caught her subtle movements, frowned slightly, sat down on the bed, and took Feng Chenning's hand in his big hand. His palm was warm and generous, instantly dispelling the coldness from her fingertips.

At the same time, Rong Yunqiu placed three fingers of his other hand on Feng Chenning's slender wrist, held his breath, and carefully felt her pulse.

For a moment, the room was silent and the only sounds that could be heard were Rong Yunqiu's steady and powerful breathing, and Feng Chenning's slightly rapid and weak panting.

After a while, Rong Yunqiu slowly withdrew his hand, but his brows were still furrowed. His eyes were solemn. When he looked at Feng Chenning, he tried to force out a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, Saint, the situation is relatively stable and there is no serious problem for the time being. I have asked someone to get the medicine, and it will be boiled and sent to you soon."

But even as he uttered these words of comfort, he secretly sighed in his heart. Although her pulse showed no signs of dangerous fluctuations for the time being, her body was still weak, and the road to recovery would be long, which really worried him.

As he spoke, his big hand still held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to use the warmth of his palm to give her endless comfort and strength.

Feng Chenning heaved a sigh of relief when he heard it, and his tense body relaxed a little.

The corners of his pale lips were forced to rise, and he pulled out a faint smile: "Thank you for your trouble, I hope this prescription can really work this time."

As he spoke, his eyes revealed helplessness and expectation, like a drowning person clinging to a life-saving straw.

Seeing this, Rong Yunqiu held her hand tightly and promised solemnly: "Don't worry, no matter how many difficulties and dangers there are, I will make sure you recover completely."

The voice was low but every word was sonorous, like an indestructible protective spell, firmly landing in Feng Chenning's heart.

Feng Chenning raised her eyes and met Rong Yunlu's serious eyes. Her heart was moved. She was about to speak, but Rong Yunlu stood up first, walked to the table, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to her lips: "Warm yourself up first."

Feng Chenning took a sip obediently. The hot tea went down her throat and warmed her spleen and stomach. The room was quiet and silent, with only the sound of the two people's intertwined breathing.

The embarrassment and panic of waking up in the morning faded away, replaced by a sense of security and warmth that lingered around the body and seemed tangible.

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Feng Chenning took the medicine according to the prescription and recuperated for a few days. Her complexion had just improved and she could barely get up and walk a few steps in the house. Rong Yunqiu saw this and his frown relaxed a little.

But somehow his condition suddenly relapsed, Feng Chenning had a high fever in the middle of the night and fell into a coma.

At first, Feng Chenning only felt that his whole body was burning hot, as if he was thrown into a raging furnace. His limbs were hot and unbearable, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, soaking the pillowcase.

Her consciousness was in a daze, a few broken moans escaped from her lips, and her hands were unconsciously tugging at her collar.

Rong Yunqiu, who was taking a nap in the next room, woke up instantly and ran to Feng Chenning's bed. He felt the scorching heat as soon as he touched her, and his heart sank to the bottom instantly.

“Zhizhi, Zhizhi?!”

Rong Yunqi called out repeatedly, trying to wake up Feng Chenning who was in a daze, but the only response he got was Feng Chenning's increasingly rapid and heavy breathing.

He did not dare to delay, and quickly turned around to wet the towel, wrung it dry, folded it, and gently applied it to Feng Chenning's hot forehead, then hurried to boil the medicine.

He lit a fire and boiled the prepared herbs. The blazing fire illuminated his worried face.

After the medicine was boiled, Rong Yunjie didn't care about the heat, and brought it back to the bedside. He blew it cool and patiently fed it to Feng Chenning one spoonful at a time, muttering soothing words all the time.

But Feng Chenning clenched her teeth, the medicine dripping down the corners of her mouth. Rong Yunqiu was extremely anxious, her eyes reddened, and she whispered almost pleadingly: "Please, eat it."

After feeding Feng Chenning half a bowl of medicine, there was no sign of fever going down. Instead, he began to shiver, his teeth chattered, and cold sweat poured down.

Upon seeing this, Rong Yunqiu took off his coat without hesitation, lay on the bed, and hugged Feng Chenning tightly in his arms, using his body temperature to dispel the cold for her. He gently rested his chin on the top of her head, stroking it gently, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I will never let anything happen to you."

He didn't close his eyes for a single moment throughout the entire night.

Sometimes he changed the cold compress towel, sometimes he checked on Feng Chenning's condition. The flickering candlelight in the room reflected his increasingly haggard face.

The eyes were dark and bloodshot, and his usually gentle appearance was gone, leaving only anxiety and the determination to protect his face.

By dawn, when the sky was turning pale, Feng Chenning's fever had subsided and his breathing had stabilized.

The originally hot and red cheeks lost the feverish blush and regained some of their former fair complexion. The space between the eyebrows was no longer furrowed in pain, but the lips were still somewhat pale.

Rong Yunjie stayed by her side all night, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot. Now that he saw that she was getting better, his tense body finally relaxed a little.

He raised his hand, and gently used his fingertips to push away the sweat-soaked hair on Feng Chenning's forehead. He looked at her still haggard face, his eyes full of pity and relief.

Feng Chenning's illness recurred without any warning this time, which was really strange. It made Rong Yunqi suspicious. A cold look flashed in his eyes, and he decided to secretly investigate the source of the prescription.

He carefully placed Feng Chenning in a safe place, tucked in the quilt, and stared at her peaceful sleeping face for a long time.

Then he leaned over and kissed Feng Chenning on the forehead, his voice hoarse but firm: "Wait for me, I will definitely save you."

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