The moment Qin Nanxian pushed the door and walked in, Jiang Zuiyao was stunned.

She calmed down and looked at it for a long time until Qin Nanxian walked to her side. Although she was in a daze, she was slow to react. It took her a long time to remember that she had not seen him for a long time.

As before, he lost a lot of weight, but he was also refreshed. The warmth he carried on his body was gone, giving people a bit of coolness.

Qin Nanxian frowned and asked, "What did she say when she woke up?"

Shao Ziqing replied: "It keeps crying and hurting."

Qin Nanxian pinched the corner of the quilt and lifted it up, looked at Jiang Zuiyao's abdomen, nodded slightly and said, "It's a good thing to feel pain. People are completely awake. The prescription I left was taken on time three times a day. They are all expensive and difficult-to-find medicinal materials. Get ready earlier. Also, the ointment should be applied before going to bed every day so that the wound heals quickly."

As soon as Qin Nanxian finished speaking, the quilt that Qin Nanxian put down did not look at Jiang Zuiyao again, and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Jiang Zuiyao called out, she was a little anxious, and she had more words to ask, but she was weak and unable to ask a word.

Qin Nanxian stopped and looked back at Jiang Zuiyao. He knew how weak she was at the moment, but just replied indifferently: "Let's recover well, it will take at least several months to heal."

After saying this, Qin Nanxian took a step forward and left coolly.

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Zuiyao shouted with all her strength, but her voice was still weak and weak. Seeing Qin Nanxian leaving without looking back, she was really anxious. She ignored the pain in her abdomen and was about to get up. She thought to get out of bed and chase after her, but where could she do it?

After many twists and turns, the person was still on the bed and couldn't even move his body.

Jiang Zuiyao realized that Qin Nanxian had gone far away and shouted with all her strength: "Qin Nanxian! You go back... come back!"

However, Qin Nanxian was never seen again.

Shao Ziqing didn't see Jiang Zuiyao in such pain, so he quickly sat by the couch to comfort him: "You're so important, lie down quickly."

After this trouble, Jiang Zuiyao was exhausted and panting, and even felt dizzy, but she still muttered over and over again: "Don't let him go, don't let him go."

Shao Ziqing knew what Jiang Zuiyao was concerned about, so she frowned in embarrassment: "Zuiyao, he will not stay."

Jiang Zuiyao looked at Shao Ziqing longingly and begged: "You...you go and get him back. I have a lot to say...I want to ask him."

However, Shao Ziqing sat firmly beside the couch, not moving.

Jiang Zuiyao realized that Qin Nanxian had really left and would never come back.

Shao Ziqing deliberately changed the topic and said, "The injury to your forehead is not a big deal. The most important thing is the sword injury on the abdomen. It is said that it hurts the internal organs and needs to take good care of it."

For some reason, when Shao Ziqing said this, he always could cover up his emotions, but he looked sad.

The weak Jiang Zuiyao did not see it. When the pain swept over again and again like a storm, and she couldn't do anything to pursue Qin Nanxian anymore.

The pain tortured Jiang Zuiyao all day. At night, I applied Qin Nanxian's medicine and felt better.

There are strong painkillers in the medicine, which allows Jiang Zuiyao to suffer less, but she can still feel the pain in her abdomen.

After lying on the bed for eight days, Jiang Zuiyao relaxed a lot. Although she could not sit up, her consciousness was clearer than when she woke up. She could speak coherently and eat some liquid food.

During the eight days of lying in bed, Jiang Zuiyao's mind was filled with too many things, including Taixuan clan, Zhaojing, and Qin Nanxian.

Shao Ziqing has been by her side to take care of her. Until today, she saw Jiang Zuiyao getting much better and went to take a shower.

Wuxian walked in with the food, which was the most nourishing ginseng soup and lotus seed millet porridge. He walked to the edge of the couch, served the rice porridge in a spoon, blew it carefully, and delivered it to Jiang Zuiyao's lips, and said, "It's time to have a meal."

Jiang Zuiyao lay on the couch, but had no appetite at all.

Seeing Jiang Zuiyao unwilling to open her mouth, Wuxian frowned in embarrassment: "If you don't eat, your health will not be better."

Jiang Zuiyao was still motionless, staring at the flower case on the bed tent in a daze. Everyone could tell that she was worried.

Seeing that Jiang Zuiyao refused to eat, Wuxian had to put down the porridge bowl first and said, "It's been half a month since you were injured until today. During the six days when you were unconscious, Shao Ziqing kept guarding you. Don't let him worry too much."

When Jiang Zuiyao mentioned the name Shao Ziqing, she was moved. Her eyes that had been stunned for a long time finally moved. She blinked her dry eyes, but she still didn't say anything.

In order to allow Jiang Zuiyao to have dinner, Wuxian said again: "This is the first time I see Shao Ziqing crying."

A short sentence was enough to touch Jiang Zuiyao. She was slightly stunned and couldn't believe that a person like Shao Ziqing would actually cry.

Wuxian said very seriously: "It's true. He was by your bedside. He didn't close his eyes for several days and nights, so he just kept it. He was afraid that something would happen to you, and even more afraid that you wouldn't wake up. In the end, he finally collapsed and cried like a child."

Jiang Zuiyao knew that Wuxian would not lie like this, and a turmoil caused in her heart.

Yes, who wouldn't be impressed?

A cold-hearted person like Shao Ziqing would cry for someone, and that person was himself.

Facing a strong opponent, someone who will not move him for a moment of life. A person who puts his life and death aside, can cry for himself, is really touching his true feelings.

At this point, Jiang Zuiyao murmured: "I want to have a meal."

Wuxian showed a gratified smile and carefully fed Jiang Zuiyao for breakfast. Although he only drank a bowl of rice porridge and a few sips of ginseng soup, he at least filled his stomach.

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Shao Ziqing walked in with a refreshing look and changed into clean clothes. Seeing that the porridge bowl had eaten clean, but most of the ginseng soup was left, he asked, "Is ginseng soup not good for the taste?"

Wuxian replied: "She can't eat it anymore. She is a person with a small appetite and is still injured. I can't force her too much."

Shao Ziqing walked to the edge of the couch and sat down, raised her hand to caress Jiang Zuiyao's broken hair, and pinned her messy hair behind her ears, and said worriedly: "If you don't have a good meal, how can you be healthy?"

Jiang Zuiyao looked at Shao Ziqing's worried face and smiled slowly.

Wuxian picked up the leftovers at this time and said, "I'll go and boil the medicine."

Shao Ziqing nodded and asked, "Has Zhenhuan left?"

Wuxian replied: "I have brought people back to the country of destiny."

Shao Ziqing said again: "The people from Zhaojing will arrive today. After boiling the medicine, you can leave too."

Wuxian looked at the weak Jiang Zuiyao and replied, "I'll leave when I get there, don't have anything wrong."

After all, Jiang Zuiyao's injuries were outrageous. At that time, Shao Ziqing and Wuxian could be more cautious and watched the head, how could such a thing happen? So at this moment, Wuxian no longer dared to be neglected. If he left, Shao Ziqing would be the only one left, fearing that something would happen again, even if everything is right now
Chapter completed!