Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 184: Unorthodox Treatment

Thinking of this, Jiang Lige changed another towel, soaked it in clean water and wiped Ning Yunxiao's body.

Although she tried to move as gently as possible, Ning Yunxiao still groaned a few times because of the pain.

The noise was not loud, but Jiang Lige felt a pang of heartache. He stopped what he was doing and went forward to blow gently on the wound, hoping to make Ning Yunxiao feel better.

After wiping his body, Jiang Lige gently covered Ning Yunxiao with a quilt, and then sat in front of the small stove to boil medicine according to Manzhu's instructions.

Jiang Lige was used to being served, but this was the first time he had to take care of someone else. He was so flustered that he almost broke Manzhu's medicine jar, and was bound to be scolded.

The medicine was strong and full in volume, and it was extremely bitter. It choked Jiang Lige so much that his eyes were filled with tears, and his hands were also burned by the flames, causing several blisters.

After finally boiling a bowl of medicine, he fed it to Ning Yunxiao himself, and then had to start another round of wiping with white wine.

This went on for several cycles until night fell. Jiang Lige was tired after a whole day and could not hold on any longer, so he leaned on the bed and took a short nap.

Who would have thought that in less than an incense stick of time, Ning Yunxiao had a high fever again!

Judging from the situation, it is even more severe than the high fever during the day!

Jiang Lige had no other choice but to shamelessly go look for Manzhu. When he was dragged out of bed, Manzhu naturally didn't look happy. She took Ning Yunxiao's hand and felt his pulse, then yawned and said,

"The situation is indeed not optimistic. I'll go change some medicines. Whether he survives depends on whether he can make it through tonight."

Jiang Lige felt complicated after hearing this. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Is there no other way?"

The proud girl who forced him to save others when they first met now had her eyebrows slightly drooped, and even her words were filled with obvious pleading.

"..." Perhaps the difference between the two was too obvious, which made Manzhu feel a little pity. She paused and explained, "His body is already at its limit after the medicine was used to treat him. If the effect of the medicine is increased, he won't be able to bear it."

"I see. I understand. Thank you, Manzhu."

Manzhu nodded, looked at Jiang Lige deeply, then turned and walked out the door.

After about half an incense stick of time, he returned with the replaced herbs and handed them to Jiang Lige, saying, "Just the same, boil three bowls of water into one bowl."

"Okay." Jiang Lige nodded, took the herbs and sat in front of the stove.

Manzhu glanced at her and couldn't help but ask, "You went to such great lengths to save him, do you really like him that much?"

Jiang Lige added medicine to the medicine jar and answered without looking up: "He saved me, I owe him."

"You say one thing and mean another." Manzhu said this lightly, adding, "If you don't mind, you can take off his clothes and rub white wine all over his body. That will make things go faster."

Jiang Lige paused while decocting the medicine, his fair cheeks flushed, and after a while he whispered, "I understand."

Manzhu yawned and was about to go back to sleep. As she walked out the door, she added, "Take off everything."

"..." Jiang Lige was speechless and silently cursed Manzhu in his heart, "You are so dishonest."

After the medicine was boiled, Jiang Lige fed Ning Yunxiao the medicine again. After drinking a bowl of medicine, Ning Yunxiao's condition did not improve much. His face was flushed red, which made Jiang Lige feel mixed emotions.

Jiang Lige sat stiffly in front of the bed, and after a long while of mental preparation, he took a deep breath and stood up, avoiding the wound and pulling open Ning Yunxiao's clothes.

Ning Yunxiao's muscular chest and abdominal muscles were exposed. If it weren't for the more than ten wounds covering his body, Jiang Lige thought that the body of this man in front of him could absolutely be called perfect, like a beautiful painting, which reflected everywhere that Nuwa had treated him with special favor when she created him.

Her fingertips brushed, no, the towel brushed, her fingertips brushed against the warm jade-like skin, and she could even feel her heartbeat speeding up slightly.

"Stop!" In the dark night, the girl threw away the towel and washed her face with the cold water beside her, and then she calmed down.

Now is not the time to think about these trivial things, Jiang Lige reminded himself again, then picked up the towel again, trying to wipe it carefully without distraction.

Maybe it was the liquor that seeped into his body, but Ning Yunxiao frowned and groaned softly, seeming to be in great pain.

Seeing this, Jiang Lige stopped immediately. Just as he was about to change to clean water to wipe it, he heard Ning Yunxiao murmur softly like a nightmare.

"Jiang Lige, live on," he said.

Just one sentence made Jiang Lige's eyes red. She pursed her lips and tried her best to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

Then, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed, held Ning Yunxiao's hand, and said softly, "Ning Yunxiao, you must get through this. We must live together."

Before we knew it, winter had quietly arrived. The cold wind was howling outside the window, but the room was warm.

When the sky was just getting light, Ning Yunxiao still had a high fever. Jiang Lige had no choice but to stay by his bedside, wiping his sweat and changing his clothes from time to time. When he had some free time, he would hold his hand and chat about family matters.

From the years-long marriage journey to the small things like knocking out a tooth while being naughty as a child, her mouth has never stopped moving.

Because once you stop, the silent and deserted night is always scary.

The night seemed extremely long, and Jiang Lige's heart was hanging in the air along with Ning Yunxiao's hot body, without a moment's peace.

Fortunately, when the first ray of sunlight fell through the window, Ning Yunxiao's high fever finally subsided and his breathing gradually became stable. Jiang Lige was so excited that he almost shed tears, and hurriedly found Manzhu to see him again.

Manzhu felt his pulse and relaxed for a moment. "The fever has subsided, but he's still weak. Deep sleep will help him recover. He'll wake up naturally when he's had enough sleep."

Jiang Lige's excitement was beyond words. He held Manzhu's hand and said happily, "Thank you, Manzhu!"

"You're welcome." Manzhu interrupted Jiang Lige's polite words without hesitation and added, "Now that he's alright, it's your turn to help me, Young Master."

Being addressed by Manzhu like that, Jiang Lige's heart, which had just settled down, began to lift again. "Just say it."

Manzhu glanced at Jiang Lige's disheveled appearance, tutted in disdain, and said, "Wash yourself up before coming out. I'll wait for you outside the bamboo forest."

"it is good."

Ning Yunxiao's life was now in Manzhu's hands, so Jiang Lige had no choice but to cooperate. Regardless of his fatigue, he quickly washed up, changed into the clothes given by Manzhu, and headed towards his destination.

Outside the bamboo forest was a place similar to an altar, and Manzhu stood at the top of the altar.

Beneath the altar, a crowd of people stood in a dense mass. When they saw Jiang Lige coming through the bamboo forest, there was light in their eyes.