Glory to the ancestors

Yang Jin nervously read the letter sent by Chu Xi over and over again, afraid of missing a word, he turned his head again and saw Osmanthus osmanthus lying on the edge of the window looking out, "Osmanthus osmanthus, why are you in a daze? Woolen cloth?"

Osmanthus osmanthus turned her head when she heard the words, looked at Yang Jin, pointed to the letter in his hand, and gestured with sign language, "Do you know where he is now?"

"No writing!" Yang Jin sighed deeply, and grabbed a handful of hair, "I didn't say anything useful, I just told us to keep going south. If something happens, I'll take care of it for him first."

Osmanthus osmanthus lowered her head and thought for a while, "Is it safe?"

Yang Jin became even more irritable, and threw the letter paper to the side, "It is said to be safe, but where, I don't know what happened, how can I be sure!?"

Osmanthus japonica walked to Yang Jin's side and touched his shoulder, "I'm also worried about him."

Yang Jin tilted her head back and let out a long sigh of relief, "If I hadn't insisted on getting out of the car at that time, such a thing would not have happened."

"Don't blame yourself." Osmanthus osmanthus signed in sign language, "He is so smart, he will find a way."

Yang Jin covered his eyes with one hand and wiped his eyelids with his fingers. He hadn't closed his eyes for two nights and was extremely tired. "I don't know what will happen to his delicate body."

Hearing the words, Osmanthus osmanthus suddenly dimmed. According to the time, he should give Rongzhen acupuncture today. He was actually more worried, but he couldn't put more pressure on Yang Jin anyway.

Osmanthus osmanthus and Yang Jin cuddled together, and their moods were completely different from when they came together. Both of them looked at the seat where Rong Zhen was sitting before, apprehensive but did not dare to show it.

Rong Zhen didn't relax too much, his whole muscles were twitching, and his body was terribly cold.

Han Yu looked at him in bewilderment, touched his forehead with the back of his hand and then put it down, "What's going on!"

Han Yu stood up and asked his subordinates, "Didn't you sleep by the fire all night, why did you still have such a fever?"

"I don't know!" The subordinate was also surprised, and he paid special attention to the young master. Who knew, after a while, he became like this.

Han Yu hugged Rong Zhen's upper body, put it on his lap, and hugged him tightly, "Brother Yang, brother Yang, can you talk?"

"Cold..." Rong Zhen's lips trembled, and his teeth chattered uncomfortably.

"Cold, isn't it?" Han Yu pointed to the subordinates in front of him, "What are you doing standing there, take off your clothes, and you! Hurry up and find the doctor, what are you doing here?!"

Several subordinates hurriedly took off their shirts, barebacked, watching Han Yu wrap each piece of clothes around Rong Zhen's body.

Han Yu looked up at them, "Look for firewood!"

Rong Zhen kept adjusting his breathing, and his fingertips started to feel numb. He grabbed Han Yu's sleeve with all his strength, "It's cold..."

He scolded himself secretly in his heart, why couldn't he say anything else at this time.

Han Yu was very distressed, "I told you last night that I want you to stay in the hotel, you must be brave." He rubbed his hands together and put them on Rong Zhen's cheeks, "Look, this face is pale."

Rong Zhen closed his eyes, his limbs were chilled, his mind was too cold to think, and he could only let Han Yu play with him.

Han Yu hugged Rong Zhen tightly, and he was not sure, he had only known this young man for a few days, if such a promising person really died by his side, he would have a hard time in his life.

Once he made up his mind to save Rongzhen, he took action immediately. He straightened Rongzhen and let him sit in front of him.

Rong Zhen was weak and was supported by Han Yu on his back.

A burst of warmth was directed into Rong Zhen's body from both sides of his waist, he trembled a bit, and suddenly he was able to catch his breath.

Han Yu saw that his breathing was steady, and found that it was really useful, so he sent a steady stream of internal energy into Rong Zhen's body.

After a while, Han Yu felt that it was almost done. If he sent internal energy in again, Rong Zhen's body might not be able to bear it.

Rong Zhen broke out in a lot of hot sweat, and the turbulent chill in his body also calmed down. He let out a breath, and fell back weakly.

Han Yu followed him, and put the coarse clothes on him again, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." Rong Zhen still didn't have the energy to answer, and simply spit out a word. He was really too confident in himself, always thinking that Osmanthus osmanthus had helped him recuperate for so long, and just sleeping in the wild for a night would not delay anything.

At this time, the doctor also rushed over, squatted beside Rong Zhen, gave him his pulse, rolled his eyelids, and looked at Han Yu, "Did you give him internal energy just now?"

"What, did you do something wrong?" Han Yu looked at the doctor nervously.

The doctor shook his head, "That's not true, and your gentle internal energy just quelled the coldness in his body. You did the right thing. I just heard your subordinates talk about his condition, so I brought some pills. Help him."

The doctor took out a small medicine bottle and handed it to Han Yu, "But the medicine can't cure his illness, it can only delay his illness."

"What's wrong with him?" Han Yu was puzzled.

"I've only heard about this disease. It's a cold that lasts a lifetime. There's no way to cure it. I can only be careful and never catch a cold."

"Well, if I keep giving him internal energy, will he be better?"

"You..." The doctor didn't expect Han Yu to be so generous. His inner strength was also cultivated by himself, and he wanted to give it to others so casually. "At least it will strengthen his physique."

"That's good, as long as it works." Han Yu nodded, "Doctor, how much is this medicine?"

"No need, I heard that this is the No. [-] Scholar, how dare I ask him for money." The doctor smiled kindly.

When the doctor was sent away by his subordinates, Han Yu lowered his head and said to Rong Zhen with a smile, "Look, there are still many good people."

It's a pity that Rong Zhen had passed out long ago and didn't hear his words at all.

Han Yu sighed and looked at Rong Zhen helplessly.

There was still sweat on Rong Zhen's head, Han Yu raised his arm and carefully wiped it off with his sleeve.

"Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, such a young man has such a strange disease," Han Yu sighed, hugging Rongzhen a little tighter, so as not to chill him, "On the contrary, it is a useless person like me who has been in the air for a long time." Good health."