strictlysupreme Chapter 406 This Time We Have Time
Chapter 406 This Time We Have Time
Dusk falls.
When they returned to the courtyard, it was already dark. Lin Jiaojiao sent her husband and children back to the house.
The three husbands tacitly agreed not to ask her to stay overnight because they all knew she would definitely refuse.
Lin Jiaojiao returned to her room and immediately went to the ear room. She gently pushed open the door and looked around the room, but did not see Zhao Xiaotong. Instead, she heard a noise beside the bed accompanied by a violent cough.
She hurried over and saw the person on the bed propping himself up and covering his mouth while coughing. She wanted to pour him a glass of water but found there was no teapot on the table. She thought that Zhao Xiaotong had gone to get some water.
She had no choice but to sit down beside the bed and pat his back, and after he recovered a little, she touched his forehead.
"Hiss, why is it so hot again?"
Without waiting for him to say anything, she helped the man lie down and twisted the quilt, picked up the basin beside her and was about to go out, but someone grabbed the corner of her clothes.
"Miss, please don't..."
"Ajiu, I won't leave. I'll go to the door and ask someone to bring a basin of warm water. I'll be back soon. Be good."
When Lan Jiu heard her coaxing, a blush appeared on his pale cheeks. He slowly loosened his hand and followed her figure with his eyes, not looking away until she could no longer see him.
He was afraid that if he didn't take a closer look, he would never see it again.
Fortunately, it was already dark, the light in the room was not bright, and he had replaced the quilt with a new one.
He raised the hand that had just covered his mouth, and his palm was splashed with blood foam that he had just coughed up.
It turned out that what Lan Qi said was true. A small cold could really cost him his life.
He smiled bitterly, wishing he could come back alive and spend more time with her for two more months.
He was already satisfied.
When he received the Qiushou assassination mission, he knew that his thoughts were still known by his master.
But he survived, using the weapons and medicine she gave him to hang on to his last breath until someone arrived to pick him up.
He returned to her side again.
He wiped the blood foam on the palm of his hand with a handkerchief, listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, until she appeared in his sight again, and the corners of his mouth raised to reveal a warm smile.
"Miss."
Lin Jiaojiao handed the basin to the servant in the yard, then poured a cup of hot water into her room. Seeing that he looked better, she felt relieved.
"Ajiu, drink more hot water and you will get better soon."
"Okay thank you miss."
She leaned in close and fed him water carefully, staring at the corners of his mouth to avoid feeding him too quickly.
Zhao Xiaotong came back with a teapot full of hot water, and Lin Jiaojiao also finished feeding him water.
"Ah, the patriarch is here. Brother Lan Jiu looks much better now."
After hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao's ears turned red. She didn't dare to look at the person next to her. She quickly found an excuse to send Zhao Xiaotong out.
"Little boy, go to the door and see if the warm water has been brought in."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
When Lin Jiaojiao saw the man running away, she quietly turned her head to look at him, and their eyes met.
She had the illusion that she was caught peeking.
His face instantly turned red.
"I-I-Is there something on my face?"
He shook his head slightly, his eyes as tender as water kept looking at her, and she felt like she was drowning.
"Miss slave is very happy."
She felt extremely guilty after hearing that. She helped him lie down again and raised her hand to touch his forehead, which was still burning hot.
"I'm sorry, Jiu. I avoided you these days and made you sick. Actually, I..."
"It's okay, young lady. I understand everything. Don't blame yourself. It's my own poor health. I made you and your husbands worry. It's my fault."
He interrupted her, afraid to hear words that would break his heart.
He felt that it was good now, enjoying her warmth in the last moments.
She suddenly became anxious, "It's not your fault, it's me..."
"The master of the house has water."
In the end she didn't say it. It was getting late and she couldn't stay in this room forever.
After Lan Jiu took the antipyretic medicine, Zhao Xiaotong wiped his body to cool him down, and she went back to her room.
After a quick wash, she went to bed.
But she couldn't fall asleep, and kept listening to the noises from the next room, but there was no sound at all, instead her children were crying in turn.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she went to the ear room again to ask Zhao Xiaotong if his temperature had dropped. Only after she found out that it had dropped did she fall asleep peacefully.
...
In the middle of the night, she was awakened by the cold.
She sat up and drew aside the bed curtains. She saw at a glance that the charcoal brazier not far away had lost its spark. She also heard the occasional footsteps coming from not far away.
She got up, put on her coat and came to the living room. She saw a faint light in the ear room and the footsteps disappeared.
She came to the door of the ear room and knocked twice gently.
The room was silent, without any sound.
She pushed open the door and found that Zhao Xiaotong was not in the room. It seemed that the footsteps before were his.
She came to the bed and saw the person sleeping with a handkerchief on his forehead. Her brows furrowed instantly.
A fever that comes and goes is not a good sign.
She lifted a corner of the quilt and reached out to touch his cheeks and neck, which were both very hot.
Moving my eyes downward, I saw that his clothes were half open, and I could see the hideous pink scar on half of his body without having to lift it up.
Her breathing stagnated and she slowly lifted the clothes that covered the scar with trembling hands, exposing it completely.
Why is this happening?
Hasn't it been two months?
Why does the wound look like it has only just scabbed off?
A gust of cold wind blowing into the room brought her back to her senses from the shock. She quickly tidied his clothes and covered him with the quilt.
She is very confused now.
I opened the mall and looked for medicine to see if there were any special antipyretic drugs.
"The head of the family..."
She heard a faint crying sound behind her and then she realized that Zhao Xiaotong had returned.
She turned around and saw that his eyes were red and tearful, and he was holding warm water in his hand.
Her heart trembled and her voice became panicked.
"Little boy, what's wrong?"
Zhao Xiaotong quickly put down the basin, then took out a handkerchief from the cabinet and handed it to her.
"The head of the family, Brother Lan Jiu, is coughing up blood. He told me not to tell anyone and not to disturb everyone's rest, nor his. I don't know what to do..."
She stared at the bloodstains on the handkerchief. Her head buzzed and the tinnitus made her unable to hear any sound. Time seemed to have gone back to the day when Lin Shen lay soundlessly on the bed, and Lin Yun used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth.
Everything happened so fast.
She turned around abruptly and stared at the quilt covering him until she could see a faint movement, then she gave the order.
"Little boy, get a kettle of hot water. I'll feed Jiu the medicine."
Zhao Xiaotong quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves, picked up the teapot on the table and ran out.
She pulled a bottle of repair concentrate from her backpack.
She also discovered it when Fu Qi gave birth to her child. It can not only repair surface marks, but also repair various damages.
Lin Yiyan and Fu Qi shared a bottle and gave one to Qi Yao.
She sat down at the head of the bed, lifted Lan Jiu up and made him half-lying in her arms, took the last bottle of repair concentrate and slowly poured it into his mouth, and his pale face visibly turned red.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the red mole at the end of his eyebrow, muttering to herself.
"Fortunately, we made it in time this time."