[Comprehensive] The swords are jealous every day

Zong San's Zuowen expression immediately changed, and his voice raised a few degrees unconsciously: "Master, are you sick?"

Human illness is always accompanied by a series of symptoms such as coughing and sneezing.

How can it be.Ji Xiansi shook his head: "I..." I won't get sick.

However, before he could say anything, he suddenly heard a noise in the dining room, and Hasebe rushed out: "My lord, are you sick?!"

Ji Xiansi was frightened by his expression, and he was dumbfounded for a second as a matter of course. He was about to speak, but Hasebe's expression became more serious, and he grabbed his arm: "My lord, let's go back to the room and have a good rest first." , what if the wind is so cold outside and the condition worsens?"

Ji Xiansi looked at the bright sunshine and the cool spring wind just right: "Hasebe, are you... serious? And I'm not sick."

However, he found that Hasebe was not listening to him at all.

"Zongsan hurry up and help the lord go back to the room, Xiaoye, please prepare the bedding, Yaoken, hurry up and get the thermometer!"

When everything was settled, Ji Xiansi realized that he had gone back to his room with a quilt wrapped around him.There were quite a few people in front of him, and the swordsmen were either worried or blamed themselves, what's more, there were tears in their eyes.

Ji Xiansi wanted to lift the quilt, but was stopped by the candlestick Qie Guangzhong who was guarding the side. His dark golden pupils were full of worry and disapproval: "My lord, please rest well."

Ji Xiansi coughed: "I..." It's okay.

But he didn't know what this cough from the sick lord in the hearts of the swords represented.Zong San's left words frowned: "It looks very serious."

Ji Xiansi couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not sick." He was indeed sick and troubled in the first 20 years of his life, and he was used to being sick for a long time.But now it is absolutely impossible for him to get sick. As for why he is so sure, will the body recreated with spiritual power get sick?

impossible.

Yaken Fujishiro pushed his eyes, and his calm and handsome face disapproved: "My lord, although illness is unacceptable, but since it happened, you should deal with it properly." He raised his hand, looked at the thermometer in his hand, The voice was deep and deep: "It's a little high."

It seemed that it was confirmed that he was indeed sick, and the expressions of several people became even more exciting.

Especially Yaki Hasebe, his face changed for a while, and he knelt down suddenly: "I'm really sorry, but as a servant, I failed to take good care of the master's body. If I failed to prevent this, I am simply not worthy of taking care of the master."

His face was pressed against the floor, Ji Xiansi couldn't see his expression, but he could clearly see the tightly clenched fingers of the other party.

Ji Xiansi: ...The thermometer is not necessarily accurate.

Just explain my situation to them. It is impossible for me to get sick, so I don't need to worry about self-blame.

He had some reluctance to stretch out his hand to pull and press Chang Gubu, but at the next moment, he suddenly withdrew his hand and turned to cover his face with his sleeve, and there was a suppressed low coughing sound.

Pressing Hasebe: "...Sure enough, I am sick. As a servant, I have really failed the trust of the lord."

Yaken Toshiro frowned even tighter: "It won't work without treatment."

Only Ji Xiansi retorted calmly: "Impossible, it is impossible for me to be sick."

Candlestick Kirimitaka sighed, just like a drunk person never admits that he is drunk, and a sick person will never admit that he is sick.

He could understand this point, Candlestick cut Guangzhong nodded in agreement: "Well, it is impossible for the master to be sick."

But it just happened to be sick, my lord.

Ji Xiansi: ...Although you said that, you don't agree with me at all, do you?

With a cup of steaming boiled water, breakfast, and medicine, Ji Xiansi rubbed his forehead, every cell of his body was filled with rejection.

"Yaoyan, I'm not sick." Before the words finished, there was another low coughing sound.

Yaoken Fujishiro's handsome face slowly sank, he looked at Ji Xiansi quietly, and didn't speak, but he gave a strong sense of oppression.

Ji Xiansi was inexplicably under pressure, and he repeated silently: "I'm really not sick, at most I'll catch a cold."

Yaken Toshiro was dressed in a white coat, and looked very strict, or abstinent. He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses straight on the bridge of his nose. He obviously looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but at this moment he was stunned. The feeling of being [-] meters tall: "Don't worry, my lord, this is a completely improved Chinese herbal medicine, and it will not have any side effects on the body."

The implication is: don't delay, and don't try to find any excuses, you can't escape this drug.

Ji Xiansi sighed, although he was very reluctant, but under the gaze of Yaken Toshiro, he really didn't know how to refuse, rather helplessly picked up the medicine bowl, and saw Yaken Toshiro's gentle eyebrows clearly from the corner of his eye.

Ji Xiansi couldn't help complaining about him with a smile: "Yao Yan, I now understand why your nickname is Yao Zong."

Yaken Fujishiro was stunned: "Why?"

Ji Xiansi Zhenger's Eight Classics: "The total aura of Yao is [-] meters."

Yaken Toshiro: "...my lord really knows how to make fun of people." He pushed his glasses as if to cover up, to hide the smile in his eyes.

Ji Xiansi leaned against the bed and looked at him with a smile. In the blue home clothes and long hair that fell down, Ji Xiansi's long hair tied up tall was beautiful and heroic.But when he tied his long hair loosely or draped it behind his back, he was more gentle and moist like jade, a gentleman.

This is an appearance that does not lose to anyone, far surpasses anyone.

Yaken Toshiro was startled, but he quickly realized, his eyes calmly turned to the medicine bowl, and the corners of his thin lips curled up slightly.

Then he walked towards Ji Xiansi, a few beautifully packaged candies appeared in his white and slender palm.

"I've tried the medicine. It's okay at first, but it will be very bitter after 2 minutes."

For the sake of your body, drink it even if it is bitter, but I will reduce or eliminate the bitterness brought by the soup for you.

His face was calm and indifferent, and his voice was calm.

There is no need to talk about the adjustments made to improve the bitterness while retaining the efficacy of the medicine.

This time it was Ji Xiansi's turn to be stunned. After a while, Yaken Toshiro saw his thin lips move, as if he had said something, but it was too light and ethereal.

Yaken Toshiro frowned his slender eyebrows in confusion: "Master?"

Ji Xiansi smiled brightly, like an old gentleman: "Thank you, Mr. Yao, you are super considerate and gentle."

……

Yaken Toshiro pushed his glasses, seemingly calm, his ears covered by his short black hair turned red unconsciously: "You are too much."

Until the door was closed, Ji Xiansi lowered his eyes, his phoenix eyes looked dim, maybe he should have agreed to Shi Zhi's request earlier.

But after thinking about it, maybe this time is the best time, and they will not be like this sooner or later.

Ji Xiansi couldn't help but yawned, shrank silently under the quilt, and left the outside to them, he slept first.

At this time, the swordsmen were very worried, they had just arrived in this world, and they had only a half-knowledge about too many things.

Like how to take care of someone who is sick.

A pair of retro unilateral glasses was placed on the bridge of Hasebe's nose, and a long silver chain was fixed on the inside of the military uniform, adding a bit of elegance to his handsome face.

He lowered his head and was flipping through a book【How to Take Care of the Patient】

Drink plenty of hot water, pay attention to rest, eat a light diet, and exercise properly...

He was memorizing one by one in his heart, when he suddenly heard Ranto Shiro's voice, suppressing a heavy guilt: "Is it because of us that the lord is sick?"

Originally, I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of their Jinjian and Xiaoye Zuowen's beautiful and clear eyes like rubies that were also full of guilt.The other bowed his head, blue forehead hair blocking his eyes, only seeing thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Pressing Hasebe and Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada originally had such a guess, probably because they didn't have a good rest last night or let themselves catch a cold.

But how can such a thing be said?Jinjian and the others are already very guilty, and speaking out will do no good except to make them feel more uncomfortable.

Why bother?

Pressing and cutting Hasebe turned his attention a little bluntly: "Compared with the reason, the important thing is how to take care of the lord."

Jiro Tachi thought for a while, but he was not sure: "Will drinking make your body better?"

The cut Hasebe glasses fell off, and he straightened them silently: "Who told you that drinking alcohol will make you feel better?"

Jiro Tachi pointed to himself: "When I drink, my mood will improve and my body will feel very relaxed."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada disagreed and shook his head: "In this way, it is better to say that healthy food will relax the body. After all, it makes 'people' feel 'good', and it is 'food' when written."

Healthy food?Then think of the nutritious food mentioned in the book.

Easy to eat, rich in nutrition, and suitable for patients, Hasebe thought of the most suitable lunch.

Udon noodle.

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233 The episode of Hanamaru getting sick is simply high energy...

The next chapter is going to the world of devil lovers, it should be.