Hurry up and don't die, hey

"I made porridge, do you want some?" Han Fuchen asked for his opinion, but he put the bowl beside Su Zhen without any refusal.

Su Zhen took it over, didn't talk nonsense, and sipped the porridge obediently.He actually wanted to ask if he needed to take medicine again after finishing the porridge... But looking at Han Fuchen's appearance, it seemed like he didn't remember it, and he didn't want to remind him.Obediently waiting for Han Fuchen to arrange.

"Sleepy again?" Han Fuchen looked helplessly at the dozing man lying on the bed.

He didn't have much experience in caring for patients. In this era of poor conditions, all Han Fuchen could think of was his inability to cool down.He wet the veil with cold water and applied it on Su Zhen's forehead.

Su Zhen was so hot that he was in a daze, and after feeling the coolness, he groaned and rubbed contentedly.

It's not an option to go on like this.Although the sick Su Zhen is also very cute, his whole body is slightly hot, and his skin is dry and sensitive.Something will happen if it goes on like this.

Han Fuchen never thought of bringing the doctor here, but that would expose the location of this place, and secondly, there might not be enough time for coming and going.He was also worried about leaving Su Zhen here alone.After thinking about it, Han Fuchen dressed him, hugged him horizontally, and left here with luck.

Back at the lord's mansion, Han Fuchen walked out from the side sleeper.

The guard who was guarding at the side saw him come back and hurried over to tell him: "Master, the Third Prince has sent people here many times, do you want to meet?"

Han Fuchen waved his hand, "Don't worry about him. Go and invite a doctor first."

"Master is injured?"

Han Fuchen thought for a moment, did not refute, and acquiesced to his statement. "Not yet!"

"Yes!"

There must be Rong Ke's eyeliner here, if someone finds out that Su Zhen has been brought here by him, he will definitely ask him for it.As long as he insists on refusing to admit it, the other side may make up more brains, instead of thinking about Su Zhen's affairs.

Of course Han Fuchen was not afraid of news leaking from Ji Huaijin.How could it be possible for Ji Huaijin to admit that Prince Min'an had not passed away before it was too late?As for his cousin Qi Yu, it would be better to say that Qi Yu had already declared that he was in poor health, but he had concealed it for the past three years.What's more, Rong Ke has not confirmed that Qi Yu is Su Zhen.

He thought a lot, and didn't let go of his thoughts until the doctor came.

After sending away the guards waiting outside, Han Fuchen said respectfully, doctor, please come in.

"Where is Hero Han injured? Is it serious?" The doctor is not too old, he looks about 40 or [-] years old, and he seems to respect Han Fuchen very much.

Su Zhen woke up for a while, the room was quiet, and he didn't have the extra strength to go to a lot of unfamiliar environments. He kept his eyes closed and rested. Han Fuchen didn't notice anything else when he was thinking about it.Now when he heard the doctor addressing Han Fuchen, he couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but he was very weak, his muffled laugh turned into a cough, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"Pfft...cough...cough..."

Hearing the movement on his side, the doctor realized that there was a third person in the room.

"Uh... who is this son?"

Han Fuchen walked over, hugged Su Zhen in his arms, patted his back, and said to the doctor, "Sir, show him quickly, he has had a fever for a day, and he is always high fever."

Seeing their posture, the doctor felt a little hot-eyed, and he couldn't say it out loud, so he dutifully came over to check Su Zhen's pulse, "Young master looks at the face, is he a relative of Han Daxia?"

"No." Han Fuchen didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not. He stroked Su Zhen's forehead and said pitifully, "He is my lover."

"Uh..." Although I have heard of Long Yang's beauty, I have never seen it with my own eyes.The doctor said that he is really rare and strange, so he forced himself to stop thinking about these things and concentrate on diagnosing the pulse.

Hearing what Han Fuchen said, Su Zhen gave him a sideways glance.Even if he is sick, it seems to contain all kinds of amorous feelings.

Han Fuchen suddenly remembered last night, "He...has an injury on his body, so it's not convenient for Mr. to see a doctor. Please trouble Mr. to prescribe some medicine."

Su Zhen glanced at him again, her cheeks flushed with shame, she turned her head away from him.

"Young master is physically weak, and you need to take good care of it, otherwise you will be easily infected with wind, cold and fever." The doctor hesitated, "Hero Han needs to be restrained... don't be too much..."

He thought for a long time but couldn't think of the right words. Han Fuchen didn't embarrass him, and continued, "I can save it."

After sending the doctor away, he ordered the servant to go down and decoct the medicine.Han Fuchen returned to the room, wondering why he was so honest?

Su Zhen's head was buried in the brocade quilt, only the back of his head was exposed.Han Fuchen felt more and more that he was like a child, so he hugged his shoulders and turned his head, asking, "Aren't you bored?"

I don't know if it's stuffy or burning, Su Zhen's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, it turned out that she fell asleep again.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, Han Fuchen got into the room with his clothes on, hugged him and closed his eyes.

The medicine was not cooked quickly, half an hour had passed since it was ready.The maid knocked on the door with the medicine in hand, Han Fuchen immediately opened his eyes, and was about to leave, but saw Su Zhen holding his arm tightly, muttering something in his mouth.

"Hey, I'll get the medicine." He coaxed, and slowly withdrew his hand from Su Zhen's arms.

Still rejecting everyone, Han Fuchen closed the door after taking the medicine.

He seldom gets sick, and in modern society, he always takes western medicine or injections, and he has never suffered from traditional Chinese medicine.At this moment, smelling the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, he felt that it was not as scary as in the legend. Han Fuchen lowered his head and took a sip.

Damn, can this thing really drink?I feel so sorry for Rong Mo, I grew up drinking this...

"Rong Mo, wake up, don't sleep." No matter how distressed he was, he had to be determined to wake him up. He slept for too long, and Han Fuchen always felt a little panicked.

"Hmm..." Su Zhen slowly opened her eyes, her mind still not particularly sober. "What time is it?"

"It's already you hour, wake up and drink medicine before going to bed."

Medicine again? !Su Zhen woke up instantly.

"Can I not drink? I feel better."

Han Fuchen tried his forehead, and it was indeed not so hot after a night of sleep, "Well, the fever is gone. Drink the medicine, and heal sooner."

Su Zhen looked at him again with a clear and indifferent expression, seeing that there was no room for rejection, she picked up the offer and drank it in a few gulps.

Han Fuchen felt uncomfortable seeing him like this. He suddenly remembered that in the TV series he still saw, he would use candied fruit or something to press down after drinking medicine, and asked Su Zhen, "Do you want to eat candied fruit?"

"Ahem..." Su Zhen glanced at him, "Does Hero Han regret hiring me a doctor?"

"how do I say this?"

"Let's not talk about those sweets that conflict with the efficacy of medicinal materials. After eating them, they will be greatly reduced, and the damage to the spleen and stomach will also be great." He shook his head, "It's a pity that Rong Mo has been ill for a long time, so he can't fulfill Han Daxia's wish."

He intentionally bit down the words "Hero Han", and Han Fuchen felt strange, why did his tone suddenly change when he was doing well just now?After thinking about it, I was finally on the side of the third prince. It was normal for Su Zhen to be well-behaved because of his illness before.

Thinking about it this way, he felt a little pity.It was hard to see him getting along like that just now after he recovered from his illness.Han Fuchen believed that he would not treat him badly, and was so mad that he made Su Zhen sick to get along with him, so he tried his best to please him.

"I wonder when Daxia Han will let me go back?" Su Zhen asked again.

"Isn't it good to be with me? You don't hate me, why don't you give it a try?" Han Fuchen sat on the chair by the bed, a little far away from Su Zhen, the look in his eyes was unclear, Su Zhen could only see He pursed his lips tightly.

"Not good. We are all men, and I didn't expect you to be responsible." In fact, Su Zhen really felt refreshed that night, but she still didn't want to let go.

He didn't know what would happen after the original owner came back, would he continue to fall in love with Han Fuchen instead of him, or would the two of them tear each other apart from now on?Either way, it was not what Su Zhen wanted to see.

I was too impulsive last night.

"What will you do to me?" Han Fuchen asked.

"How about Bao Rongzhen ascending to the throne?" Su Zhen raised his eyebrows, and the lion opened his mouth, only hoping that he would retreat in spite of the difficulties, and did not expect him to agree at all.

"Okay." Han Fuchen didn't think about it at all, and said straight away, "As long as it's what you want."

Su Zhen stared at him with wide eyes in surprise, and finally said with a wry smile, "Where did Rong Mo fall into your eyes, is it worthy of your promise?"

"Probably because I don't want to endure loneliness any longer," Han Fuchen said.He has missed it in the previous life, and he has also tasted all the pain, and now he has the opportunity he always had, and he will not retreat no matter what.

Su Zhen didn't understand his thoughts, he didn't believe that a person like Han Fuchen could have such an emotional side.Because he is afraid of being calculated, he cannot be trusted.Han Fuchen obviously knew this too, but he didn't care, time will tell.

"In that case, when can I go back to Jifu?" Su Zhen asked.

"Why do you want to go back to Jifu? I promised to support the sixth prince with you, so you should be mine. Wouldn't it be good to stay here?"

Su Zhen said in surprise, "When did I promise you? Think about it carefully, this king didn't make any promises."

Han Fuchen also understood that he had fallen into the trap of his words, but there was nothing he could do.Obviously he is the one in charge of Su Zhen's life and death, but now he is so passive.Han Fuchen didn't want to be serious with him either, "That's true. It's Han who remembered it wrong. Go back there after the prince recovers from his injury, and ask the prince to stay at his mother's house and wait for his husband to marry and come in."

Su Zhen also laughed, "When the time comes, it will depend on Han Daxia's ability."