After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

The hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly, and Han Qi's soft words set off a huge wave in Lin Qingzhou's heart.

The mountains and rivers on his face are not revealed, his eyebrows and eyes are clear, but his heart beats loudly inside.

I couldn't help feeling a little flustered again, would Han Qi hear such a loud heartbeat?

He lowered his eyes, slowly approached the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, calmed down a little, and forced himself to be calm:

"Don't you regret it?"

The setting sun slanted in from the window, covering his thin outline with a faint glow, and covering his jade-white side face with a thin layer of warmth.

Han Qi's eyes contained a warm color, and they were filled with the person in front of him, without blinking: "If I do it again, I will still do that."

Lin Qingzhou's long eyelashes trembled for a moment, her eyes did not dare to look at Han Qi: "What's the matter with your inner demon?"

Han Qi's eyes were burning, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "At first, I thought it was love and parting, but later I realized that it was impossible to ask for it."

The words and sentences are understated, but the tone is full of bitterness and sadness.

Lin Qingzhou's heart was shattered, and she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

He gently placed the medicine bowl on the small sandalwood table beside the bed, and gently lifted Han Qi up to sit on the carved and hollowed-out bed surround.

He slowly picked up the medicine bowl, leaned in front of Han Qi, and motioned for him to reach out to take the medicine bowl.

The porcelain bowl was fine and white, and the bowl of Chinese medicinal juice was thick brown, and the two complemented each other to make his fingers look slender and pale.

Han Qi looked at that hand, and was stunned for a moment.As if he couldn't use his hands, he didn't reach out to take the medicine bowl, but leaned over and lowered his head slightly, and took a big sip of Lin Qingzhou's hand.

Unexpectedly, the medicine juice just poured was too hot, and Han Qi was immediately scalded so that his brows were tightly wrinkled.He looked up at Lin Qingzhou, with an innocent, weak and helpless expression on his face.

Lin Qingzhou couldn't bear it, and said softly: "Slow down, it's a little hot."

As he was talking, he picked up the spoon on the side of the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of concoction, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, and then carefully extended it to Han Qi's mouth.

Han Qi lowered his head to drink the medicine, his brows and eyes stretched peacefully.It was obviously a bitter and unpleasant concoction, but his expression seemed to be tasting some rare nectar and jade dew that was rarely seen in the world.

Next, Lin Qingzhou blew the cold with her mouth spoon by spoon, and then gently fed it into Han Qi's mouth, tirelessly.

As the sun sets, the soft glow outside the window penetrates into the room, and two shadows that are close together hit the brocade quilt, as if they are cuddling each other.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a crisp sound of a spoon touching the wall of the bowl in the room, and everything was peaceful and beautiful.

The bowl of medicine slowly bottomed out. After Lin Qingzhou fed the last spoonful of medicine, she gently retracted the spoon and placed the medicine bowl on the small sandalwood table in front of the bed.

He stretched out his hand to help Han Qi lie down, but his sickly hoarse voice came from above his head, "Is there any medicine left? I still want to drink it. It's delicious."

Lin Qingzhou was slightly stunned, the bowl of medicine with a bitter taste floating in the air was nothing like "delicious".

With a solemn expression on his face, he got up to go out: "I'll go to the doctor, it seems that there is something wrong with your sense of taste."

Desensitization of the five senses is a big problem and cannot be ignored.

As soon as he turned around, his wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind, and a low-pitched laughter came from behind.

"I was joking with you." Han Qi said with a smile.

Only then did Lin Qingzhou realize that the medicine was delicious, and this man clearly wanted him to continue feeding the medicine.

If he really went to see a doctor, by then

Immediately, his cheeks warmed up, he gave Han Qi a look of shame and annoyance, he pulled back his wrist heavily, picked up the medicine bowl and walked out the door.

Han Qi looked at his back as he left in a hurry, the smile on his lips deepened, and the wound on his abdomen didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

Han Qi's body wasted a lot, even though he has been fasted, but in order to heal the wound faster, three meals a day are essential.

Following the doctor's advice, Han Qi's food should neither be too meaty nor too bland, so Lin Qingzhou borrowed a small kitchen in the medical hall to stew a pot of minced meat for him, and added several nourishing spiritual materials to it.

Before he wore the book, his parents in that world died young, and he learned to take care of himself before he was an adult, and cooking was no problem.The resulting food is not gourmet, but the taste is passable.

At the beginning of the night, what time are the remaining stars.The dim candlelight in the room shone through the window screen onto the green grass in the corridor.

Lin Qingzhou walked slowly into the room with a fragrant porcelain cup in her hand, Han Qi, who was sleeping, opened his eyes.

Even though he was sick in bed, he only slept lightly and maintained a high level of alertness.

The porcelain cup was placed on the small table, and the lid was gently opened.The porridge was fragrant, mixed with the faint scent of spiritual materials, which wafted away in an instant, filling the entire room.

Han Qi propped his elbows on the bed and got up halfway, with a look of surprise on his face: "Did you do this for me?"

It's better if he doesn't ask, Lin Qingzhou is a little embarrassed to admit it when he asks such a sentence.

"No, I bought it at a restaurant near the medical center." Lin Qingzhou lowered her head and stirred the porridge with a spoon, and replied in a low voice.

Han Qi felt a little disappointed.

When Lin Qingzhou stuffed the spoon into his hand and asked him to scoop up the porridge by himself, he became even more disappointed.

Han Qi pretended to be pitiful, lowered his eyebrows and said, "I'm so weak that I can't scoop it up. The porcelain cup is too far away to reach it."

Lin Qingzhou picked up the tray on which the porcelain cup was placed, supported it on the quilt in front of Han Qi, and indicated with his eyes that he could reach it.

Holding the spoon in his hand, Han Qi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it to his mouth, trembling slightly, almost shaking the porridge all the way down on his body.

But this is not pretending, he wasted too much, it will take several days to recover his strength.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, then looked at Lin Qingzhou weakly and helplessly, trying to call back the pity and sympathy he had lost halfway.

After he scooped up a few spoonfuls of porridge shaking like Parkinson's syndrome, Lin Qingzhou finally couldn't stand it anymore, and his heart softened.

He snatched the spoon from Han Qi's hand with one hand, scooped a large spoon into the porcelain cup, and put it directly into Han Qi's mouth without blowing.

"Hot, hot, hot." Han Qi opened his mouth slightly, exhaled hot air, and said with his tongue wide open.

"Drink the porridge while it's hot." Lin Qingzhou had a harmless smile on his face, and he kept scooping up the porridge in his hands.

However, even though his teeth were grinned by the big spoonfuls of hot porridge, Han Qi was still in a very happy mood.

After feeding a cup of hot porridge, Lin Qingzhou took away the tray, supported Han Qi to lie down and rest.

Lie down slowly with the arm supported by Lin Qingzhou, Han Qi's breath was full of Lin Qingzhou's breath, he couldn't help closing his eyes, took a deep breath without trace, and his expression was swaying.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly lowered his eyebrows and saw a faint oil stain on Lin Qingzhou's blue sleeve.

Lin Qingzhou is in bigu, not eating fireworks in the world.Such oil stains can only be caused by accidental contact with kitchen utensils in the kitchen.

Han Qi's heart felt as if a hot magma rolled over in an instant, the heat was melting, and he lowered his eyes to look at Lin Qingzhou who was tucking him in the quilt, and the smile on the corner of his lips quietly deepened.

Lin Qingzhou returned to the kitchen with an empty porcelain cup, but was stopped by Doctor Huang, the doctor who treated Han Qi.

Doctor Huang reminded him that there are two springs behind the rockery in the backyard of the hospital, and the spring water is warm and pleasant.

A large number of precious spiritual materials are placed in Yiyan all year round for medicinal baths, and patients can recover faster after soaking.The other eye is a clear spring, which can be seen at the bottom, cleansing turbidity and decontamination, and is a good place for bathing.

Doctor Huang finally told him that the wound on Han Qi's abdomen had not healed, and he could not see the water yet.But when his injury gets better, it is best to soak once a day, half an hour each time.

Lin Qingzhou wrote down one by one in his heart, and Jishou saluted Doctor Huang to thank him.

When he raised his hands, he caught a glimpse of the oil stains on his sleeves.

After saying goodbye to Dr. Huang, he turned around and walked through the promenade. After passing a few small rockeries, he found the two-eyed springs.

After hastily bathing in the clear spring billowing with white smoke, he changed out of his oil-stained clothes, put on a spotless white dress, and turned back along the original road.

There are not many rooms in the medical hall, and other injured monks live there, and it is not good to bother Dr. Huang too much under the fence. When it is time to rest, Lin Qingzhou has to stay in the same room with Han Qi.

Lin Qingzhou asked the little boy in the hospital for mats, quilts and pillows, and knelt in front of the bed, making the floor neatly.

Han Qi was lying on the bed, looking at the back of him spreading the quilt, he couldn't help frowning and said, "It's cold on the ground."

Hearing the sound, Lin Qingzhou paused for smoothing the quilt, and said lightly: "It's okay."

Afterwards, there were a few sounds of fabric rubbing behind him, he was slightly surprised, turned his head, and saw Han Qi throwing off the quilt, caressing the wound on his abdomen, getting up from the couch, frowning reluctantly to stay on the couch.

Han Qi: "The bed is for you to sleep in."

Lin Qingzhou quickly got up and pressed him hard, frowning, and said slightly annoyed: "Lie back quickly, don't move around, the wound is about to burst."

Han Qi was pushed back on the couch, his wound hurt, and he couldn't help groaning.

Lin Qingzhou suddenly looked nervous, trying to check his injury in a hurry: "what's the matter? Did it hurt your wound? I didn't mean it."

Han Qi looked at his worried and anxious face, stretched his brows and eyes, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I don't blame you, I don't feel any pain at all—ah hiss"

It breaks in a second.

Without saying a word, Lin Qingzhou gently reached out to the belt of Han Qi's inner coat.

The inner jacket has a left collar and a right lapel.

He gently untied the knot of his clothes, and carefully brushed off the two pieces of clothes, so that he could clearly see what was going on inside.

Lin Qingzhou's eyes slid straight down, only to see that Han Qi's wound wrapped in silk on his waist and abdomen was safe and sound, and no new blood oozes out, so he relaxed a little.

With a relaxed expression, his eyes moved slightly upwards along the wound, and there was a wheat-colored chest.

The texture is well-proportioned, firm and compact, strong and powerful, but it does not appear too strong. Under the dim candlelight, it has a lustrous luster.

The last time in the illusion, Han Qi was hurt on the back, Lin Qingzhou was eager to bandage his wound, and had never observed it so closely and attentively.

Lin Qingzhou was born thin, although not skinny, but the muscles on his body are not as tight and strong as Han Qi's.

He couldn't help feeling envious, his eyes lingering, looking a little dazed.

"You can touch it." Han Qi's faint voice came from above, the tone was not joking, but the thoughtfulness and gentleness in Lin Qingzhou's eyes.

But to Lin Qingzhou, this delicate, considerate and gentle is nothing more than a shocking thunder.

His face was burnt by the blast, his entire neck was flushed red, he hurriedly turned his face away in a panic, full of shame and indignation:

"Who wants to touch you."