After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Ying Shiyi is allergic to yam, and only discovered it a few years ago.

When I was a child, I didn’t have enough food to eat. I had never even seen the surface of yam, so I couldn’t even discover it.

Later, he became a shadow guard and had enough money after receiving a monthly salary. However, yam was more expensive than ordinary food, so he naturally would not go out of his way to buy it.

Until one time when he and Yingjiu were on a mission, after the mission was completed, Yingjiu insisted on dragging him to the dim sum shop to buy food and stuffed a piece of yam cake into his hand.

But as soon as the pastries entered his stomach, he began to feel uncomfortable. He rolled up his sleeves and saw a red area on his arms.

Ying Jiu was so scared that he didn't even want the cakes he had just bought and dragged him to the nearest clinic.

Only then did I realize that he was allergic to yam.

Normally he would be careful about what he ate, but today he was in a bad mood and his mind was a little fuzzy after not sleeping all night, so he just drank the bowl of porridge without asking what it was.

He couldn't even taste what was in the porridge.

Moreover, the kitchen was very considerate. For fear that the taste would be bad, the yam was almost chopped into paste and mixed with the rice.

Yam is white in color, and it is almost invisible when chopped up and put in the porridge, so Ying Shiyi didn't notice it. Fortunately, his body reacted quickly and a reaction occurred after he ate it.

He immediately felt hot and uncomfortable, and wanted to lie down on the bed.

Yams had never appeared on the dinner table before, and Ying Shiyi would not say that he was allergic to yams for no reason, so he overlooked this point.

It’s just that now is the season when yam is ripe, so this porridge appears on the dinner table.

It was a combination of various coincidences that caused Ying Shiyi to suffer this punishment without realizing it.

"How should it be diagnosed and treated?"

Lou Jingyu's eyes were full of worry. Seeing Ying Shiyi so miserable, he felt sad too.

Duan Chunhui asked him to be patient and explained: "Allergies are generally a minor matter, and fever is just a secondary symptom."

As he spoke, he wrote a prescription: "Think about it, Ying Shiyi is usually in good health, and Yingwei rarely suffers from colds and fevers. It's just that he has been depressed recently, so he has been affected by the disease and has a fever, and the symptoms of the allergy seem a little more serious."

Lou Jingyu nodded to show that he understood, and blamed himself for not taking good care of Eleven.

Duan Chunhui looked at his tightly pursed lips and said a few words of comfort.

"Don't blame yourself too much. Eleven definitely wouldn't want you to be like this."

The tone is quite like that of a veteran.

"And don't worry, allergies generally have mild symptoms and won't cause any substantial damage to the body. You'll be well by this time tomorrow."

Lou Jingyu felt a little relieved, but he also felt that his Eleventh had also suffered a lot.

Are the incense offerings at Dajue Temple useful?

If it doesn't work, donate some to them.

Duan Chunhui prescribed the medicine, put down the hawthorn pills he brought and left.

Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. If you talk it out, the body will naturally get better. Looking at the attitude of the two people, they are probably not far from reconciliation.

The rest is not something that a doctor like him needs to worry about.

After he left, Lou Jingyu asked Mingyue to boil the medicine and sent the servants away.

The inner room was silent.

Lou Jingyu took Ying Shiyi to lie down on the bed to rest, patting his back gently, hoping to make him feel more at peace.

"Are you sleepy on Eleventh? Do you want to go to bed?" he asked.

Ying Shiyi shook his head. He felt very hot and wanted to pull the quilt off.

As soon as he moved, Lou Jingyu grabbed his hand.

"We are the best behaved, right? Please don't pull the quilt, okay? The quilt we cover ourselves with is not thick, only a thin layer."

"But it's hot." Eleven said sullenly.

"You'll be cool after you drink the medicine. Can you bear with it?"

What Lou Jingyu said was very gentle, like he was coaxing a child, but it was very effective.

Ying Shiyi stopped pulling the quilt, hummed, and rested her head on his arm, leaning against his neck.

Seeing that he was in pain, Lou Jingyu wished he could take his place, but he could only coax people and talk to him about other things to divert his attention.

"When Eleven gets better, I'll give you a gift, okay?"

Ying Shiyi blinked curiously: "What is it?"

He thought of the gift his master had given him before, and touched the peace locket hanging around his neck. It felt icy cool and very comfortable against his skin.

And his own name.

He treasured every gift.

Lou Jingyu smiled, but insisted on keeping it a secret, "I won't tell you yet. I'll give you a surprise."

Ying Shiyi didn't bother him to talk. She just tied her arms around the belt of his robe and rested with her eyes slightly closed.

When facing Lou Jingyu, he is always well-behaved, putting away all his coldness and edges, and unconditionally obeying every word of Lou Jingyu.

"My subordinates know."

Lou Jingyu raised his eyebrows.

Didn’t you just call yourself “I”? Why are you suddenly calling yourself “subordinate”?

Lou Jingyu actually always wanted to change the way he addressed him, but he was afraid that he would feel it was too soon, so he never mentioned it.

But now it was Ying Shiyi who called himself "I" first, and he didn't intend to let anyone change it back.

Then he said, "Why don't you say that I am your subordinate again? Can you not do that in the future? Can you just call yourself me?"

Ying Shiyi's brain seemed to be covered by a layer of shell, but he still shook his head when he heard this.

"this is not good."

Lou Jingyu asked: "Why is it not good?"

"There are no rules."

Lou Jingyu kissed his forehead, "But if you call yourself me, I will be very happy. Don't you want to make me happy?"

Ying Eleven quickly shook his head, "No, I want to make the master happy."

"Then talk about me from now on, not my subordinates."

Then he remembered something and added, "Don't call me master, call me something else."

Ying Shiyi agreed to the first half of the sentence, but not the second half. Perhaps he still needs some time to adapt.

Lou Jingyu didn't force him, but just said to him: "Then remember when you sober up, and don't change your mind."

Ying Shiyi nodded and said seriously: "Subordinate, no, I don't lie."

Lou Jingyu didn't expect that he still remembered the teasing he had just said to him, and he kept agreeing with him.

"Yeah, yeah, Eleven wouldn't lie."

"Then Eleven, you must also remember that I really, really love you, and I want to be with you sincerely for a long time. This is the most important thing. You will always be equal to me in this respect."

He watched Ying nod eleven times and still not give up, he even made a pinky promise with the person in a very childish way, only then was he satisfied.

After a while, Mingyue came over with the boiled medicine. Lou Jingyu coaxed him to drink the medicine and applied ointment on his knees.

The injury on my knee hasn't healed yet, and now I'm allergic to it again.

Lou Jingyu sighed, carefully covered the person with a blanket, and held the person in his arms. Only then did he feel at ease.

He scratched the palm of the person's hand and said, "Don't torture yourself in the future."

Ying Shiyi was already a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes and waved his hands as a response.

Knowing that he was sleepy, Lou Jingyu did not disturb him and coaxed him to fall asleep slowly.

After a while, Ying Shiyi's breathing calmed down, and Lou Jingyu stared at his sleeping face.

The boy's brows finally relaxed, no longer showing the faint sadness he had in the past few days.

When he was sick, he was very well behaved. He didn't think too much and just said whatever he wanted to say and did whatever he wanted to do. He was much bolder than before.

How Lou Jingyu wished that Ying Shiyi could be as relaxed and at ease in front of him normally.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on Ying Shiyi's forehead, hoping that his baby would have a good dream.