Chapter 1621 (2/2)

Yan Beicheng knew Qin ya. When he saw her coming, he thought about it and gave her the prescription directly. He said, ”go and suffer according to the prescription. If someone asks, it's the princess who has a high fever. By the way, he'll go to have a basin of hot water and bring two handkerchiefs.”

These are all explained by Lu Ling. He has a good memory and can remember them clearly.

Qin Ya was a little confused when she heard this. She took the prescription and hesitated as if she wanted to ask something.

”How can you dally with that woman? I'll tell you that she's OK. Go quickly.” As if seeing Qin Ya's worry, Yan Beicheng's face sank directly, showing the usual wanton appearance of a dandy.

Qin Ya shrinks her neck and then goes down in a hurry. After a while, she brings hot water and towel.

As soon as he put down his things, Yan Beicheng drove the people down, soaked the towel in hot water, wrung it dry and picked it up.

Raman's fever can't be done in the traditional way. He can only take medicine at ease. What he can do now is to wipe her sweat.

Yan Beicheng lowered his eyebrows, gently wiped the slightly greasy face of Mo Shanghua, then changed the kerchief again, rolled up her sleeves and wiped her delicate white lotus arm.

Most of the pox rashes on the flowers grow on the lotus root arm. Therefore, when Yan Beicheng wipes them, his movements are extremely light, and the bottom of his eyes is soft and gentle, but he doesn't feel it.

When it comes to scrubbing, Qin Ya has already brought the medicine bowl. Yan Beicheng asks her to put it down and go out.Until he heard the sound of the door closing, he held the flower in his arms with one hand. With the empty hand, he held the spoon, filled a spoonful of medicine, sent the spoon to her lips and poured it down.

After a whole night's infusion, Yanbei city put the flowers back again.

At this time, it was getting late, so he simply moved the flowers to the bed. He was lying in the outside position with his clothes closed. He was not afraid to infect himself at all.

In fact, he is not afraid, but he knows that even if he is infected with it, there is a law that can be cured now.

Mo Shanghua wakes up the next day. At that time, Yan Beicheng is bringing the decoction.

She was a little surprised in her eyes. She wanted to stand up on the bed, but when she moved, she found that she was weak and could not move at all.

Yan Beicheng put down the decoction, and his tone returned to the usual dandy, ”don't move if you're not well. If you get sick, I don't want to serve you any more.”

”You took care of me?” The color of surprise in Mo Shanghua's eyes is even worse. He looks at him incredulously.

Yan Beicheng snorted from his nose, which was a response.

The flower on the street was silent for a moment, and just now she exclaimed, ”you can even take care of people.”

”For the sake of your serious illness, I don't care about you.” Speaking, Yan North City will side of the medicine bowl end up, raised to the lips of Mo Shanghua, ”take medicine.”

The flowers on the street wanted to try to move by themselves, but they were still weak, so they could only put their lips together.