I kicked the male lead away

Fortunately, with the help of kind people passing by, they and Fang Zhilan helped Chu Qingshu back to the house.

Lu Xiu invited the doctor to go, but Fang Zhilan stayed by the bed all by herself.

Even in a coma, Chu Qingshu didn't sleep well, her black hair was scattered on the pillow.

His face was obviously pale, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

It was very hot to the touch.

Fang Zhilan wrung out the towel soaked in the cold water basin and placed it on her forehead.

From the looks of it, she seemed to be a little hot.

After a while of incense sticks, Lu Xiu hurried to the inn with the doctor. Fang Zhilan, who was sitting on the bedside, was about to move away so that the doctor could see him.

Unexpectedly, when she moved, she felt her wrist tighten.

Probably when she was putting on the towel, Chu Qingshu subconsciously grabbed her hand.

Clenched tightly, but refused to let go.

There are still words in her mouth: "Mother... don't, don't leave me..."

"Uh..." Fang Zhilan was a little embarrassed, this unlucky child probably regarded herself as her mother who died early in childbirth.

"It's okay." The doctor stroked his beard, took out a small bundle of silk thread from the medical box, and asked Fang Zhilan to wrap it around Chu Qingshu's wrist.

Fang Zhilan's hand was held tightly by her, this movement was not easy to do.

During the entanglement, it was as if she was gently holding the hand of the person on the bed.

Because of the cold weather, Fang Zhilan's hands were cold.Occasionally, when her fingertips were intimately intertwined, she couldn't help but feel Chu Qingshu's hot temperature burning.

After finishing everything with great difficulty, Chu Qingshu, who was sleeping, seemed dissatisfied with her moving around, and clasped Fang Zhilan's little hand behind her back.

The white-bearded doctor pretended he didn't see anything, closed his eyes and took the pulse.

It took a long time before I opened my eyes, and my voice was calm: "This girl is probably suffering from a cold, and she is also a little weak. Suddenly, her qi and blood surged, causing a fever. Wait for the old man to prescribe the side medicine, decoct it and take it. If there is no accident , will gradually improve.”

In modern terms, it means poor immunity, plus a cold, and finally a fever.

Poor and sad reminder.

Fang Zhilan nodded, "Thank you, Doctor."

The gray-haired doctor withdrew the silk thread, and his eyes fell on the hands of the two who were "clenching".

In the end, he sighed lightly: "The old man still has something to tell the girl."

"Huh?" Fang Zhilan was pulling up the quilt covering Chu Qingshu's body, and looked sideways.

"The reason why the patient is so weak is the result of long-term stagnation in the heart." The old doctor said solemnly, "As a person around her, the girl must take good care of the patient's emotions at all times, and don't add troubles to her. .”

"Understood." He didn't hear that there seemed to be a problem with his positioning of the relationship between the two of them. Fang Zhilan appeared to be open-minded to be educated, but in reality she was a little guilty.

In this way, for Chu Qingshu's illness, she is somewhat responsible for it?

After all, she was the one who instilled in Chu Qingshu a dark belief called "to live for revenge".

And when she just woke up, her attitude was indeed not good.

Fang Zhilan pursed the corners of her lips.

This small gesture did not escape the doctor's eyes. He paused, as if he was speaking earnestly: "Young people, it's understandable to be angry, but for the person next to your pillow, you must be more tolerant, feel with your heart, and understand each other's difficulties. Can be long."

What for a long time?

Fang Zhilan just came back to her senses, and was about to explain something.

The old man had already packed the medical kit and got up to leave, leaving only a stumbling figure behind.

The plain colored clothes, with open sleeves blown by the cold wind, hide merit and fame deeply.

The green sleeve on the side didn't have time to say anything, hurriedly took the prescription prescribed by the doctor, and hurried out to get the medicine.

Fang Zhilan was left alone, lost in thought looking at Chu Qingshu's bloodless face.

That's right, she knew that Chu Qingshu only wanted to go back to Sicheng to die, and she also hinted that she took revenge as her belief in living.

Wouldn't it add fuel to the fire?

With her ability, she can't take revenge at all. If you think about it according to your own thinking, wouldn't you have to live in pain for the rest of your life?

Fang Zhilan decided that when she woke up, she must guide the child well.

Be a positive person, don't live for darkness.

Chu Qingshu was exhausted physically and mentally, she didn't wake up for a while, but she didn't sleep well either.

From time to time, she babbled a few words in her sleep, and Fang Zhilan subconsciously leaned over to listen.

"No...don't..." Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her black hair was messy and scattered because of swaying from side to side.

"Don't want anything?" Fang Zhilan answered.

"Don't leave me behind!" As if she heard Fang Zhilan's question, she suddenly reached out to grab the object in front of her.

Caught off guard by her hug, Fang Zhilan fell into Chu Qingshu's arms.

She didn't know where to put her hands.

Worrying about crushing her, she hurriedly planned to get up, but at this time Chu Qingshu's strength was so strong that she didn't look like a patient, not even like herself, the tip of her nose was still gently rubbing against Fang Zhilan's neck that was exposed outside the skirt rubbed.

It gave her goosebumps all over her body.

Fang Zhilan moved, but was still imprisoned tightly.

After being compared with the ill Chu Qingshu for a while, Fang Zhilan realized that no matter what she did, her strength was no match for her.

She was so angry that she simply gave up on herself and lay on her soft body, which was indeed quite comfortable.

"Miss, the medicine has been cooked." The door of the room was not closed tightly, and the green sleeve came in with the boiled Chinese medicine.

Seeing the posture of the two of them going up and down, their eyes widened instantly.

He put the medicine on the table knowingly, and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing Chu Qingshu: "I'm going back to my room first, you remember to feed the medicine."

"No." Fang Zhilan weakly wanted to explain.

"Shh..." The green-sleeved index finger was placed on her lips to make a silent gesture, and she gave Fang Zhilan a look, "I understand."

What do you understand?

Fang Zhilan's head was full of question marks.

Fortunately, after Lu Xiu left, Chu Qingshu finally let go of her tight arms around her waist.

Fang Zhilan hurriedly straightened her body, and patted her face: "Chu Qingshu, look at me, look at who I am?"

Chu Qingshu gradually regained consciousness from a daze, her beautiful eyes were half opened, and she glanced at the person in front of her: "Oh, it's Ah Lan."

Even though he was reluctant to let go of the soft feel, he still let go of his hand slowly.

Seeing that she woke up a bit, Fang Zhilan hurriedly got up to bring the medicine, then raised Chu Qingshu's pillow, and let her sit up with her back against the pillow.

"Take medicine." She held a bowl and a spoon in her hand, as if coaxing a child, "Be good~"

Who would have thought that Chu Qingshu stared at the dark things in the bowl, frowned, and pursed her lips to refuse flatly: "No!"

……

Fang Zhilan's teeth itch from biting.

It's hard to be like this, and you still think of yourself as a young lady, don't you?

No, bear...

She took a deep breath, and moved the medicine spoon towards herself: "It's not bitter, if you don't believe me, I'll drink it for you..."

Hey!

Fang Zhilan's face crumpled into a piece of straw paper.

What a fucking pain.

After sipping a little, she decided to change her strategy.

Put the spoon into the bowl and stir, patiently relieved: "As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, and you can only be cured if you drink the medicine."

"Don't drink." Chu Qingshu still shook her head persistently.

Fang Zhilan took a deep breath, and the small universe was on fire: "If you don't take the medicine, you won't be able to recover, don't you want to replace..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, thinking of the doctor's instructions.

So he turned a corner: "Don't you want to try Lin Kee meat buns again? Only when you recover from your illness can you eat meat."

Chu Qingshu, who had been unmoved all this time, suddenly licked the corner of her lips.

But it still didn't look like he wanted to drink medicine.

Fang Zhilan slowly lured: "The hot buns just out of the oven, take a bite, the noodles are fragrant and soft, the soup is overflowing, the minced meat is mixed with sour cabbage, the aroma is strong~"

She noticed that Chu Qingshu obviously swallowed, and continued: "Pair it with a bowl of freshly ground soy milk, add some sugar to the soy milk, take a bite of buns, and then a spoonful of soy milk."

When she said the last sentence, it was obvious that Chu Qingshu was moved.

Seeing this, Fang Zhilan hurriedly pressed the Chinese medicine in her hand to her lips, and at least let her drink it down.

A spoonful of sweet soy milk is nothing, but a spoonful of bitter medicine is more.

Chu Qingshu hastily turned her head to hide, the medicinal juice splashed everywhere.

Like ink, soaked on the white clothes.

She has always loved to be clean, and she really cannot tolerate this situation.

His eyes fell on the medicine bowl in Fang Zhilan's hand, and he became a little angry from embarrassment.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhilan's hands were empty, and the medicine bowl fell into Chu Qingshu's hands.

I saw her raising her head, closing her eyes, and slacking off her heart, as if dealing with an enemy, she disposed of this bowl of medicine in an instant.

There is quite the momentum of three bowls but not the post.

Fang Zhilan was still holding her hands in the air, dumbfounded.

Miss Chu, who had always been gentle, gasped a bit unladylike after drinking the medicine.

Regardless of what was clean, he wiped the concoction from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

Keeping her gaze on Fang Zhilan: "I'll drink it!"

Isn't it medicine? There's nothing to be afraid of.

In the past, she was always lingering on the sick bed, and was accompanied by medicine all year round, which made Chu Qingshu hate this kind of dark thing.

The maid had to hold the candied fruit while drinking it, so she was willing to pinch her nose and take a few sips.

She didn't realize it until the moment the medicine was poured into her stomach.

The so-called suffering in the world is nothing more than that.

……

Fang Zhilan was silent, and silently gave her a thumbs up.

Oh, Chu Qingshu curled her lips proudly.

"I..." She opened her mouth, about to say something.

Suddenly, there was a churning in my stomach.

It seemed to rise and fall like a wave, and it came straight to the throat, which could not be suppressed at all.

Chu Qingshu suddenly climbed out of the edge of the bed, lowered her head: "Ugh!"

It was the sound of vomiting one after another.

The bowl of medicine that he drank just now was vomited up in a blink of an eye.

The dark concoction will come out as it goes in.

Even Fang Zhilan's skirt gradually got a lot of black dots.

Fang Zhilan silently retracted the thumbs up.

For the first time, you can see the most realistic car rollover scene without internet connection.

It doesn't seem to be very good.

Lu Xiu, who heard the commotion next door, hurriedly opened the door and entered, only to see Fang Zhilan standing a few steps away from the bed, with her hands behind her back.

And Chu Qingshu lowered her head and vomited the medicinal juice all over the floor.

She hated that iron can't be made into steel, so she gave Fang Zhilan a look.

She stared in confusion.