Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

cough……

With a rush of blood, Ximen Longting really coughed up a mouthful of blood, which bloomed on Jing Jiaren's shoulder.

"Master, you, you vomit blood..."

The maid thought about it but dared not.

Ximen Longting slowly lowered his body and supported himself to stand up: "Jing Jiaren..."

"..."

"You heartless woman."

"..."

"I hate you!"

His deep voice seemed to come from hell.He hated her, wished she would die, hated his mind to the point of burning.

Her non-response exacerbated this hatred, but she could remain indifferent no matter how much he hated her.

His love is as extreme as his hatred is.

Jing Jiaren looked over her shoulder, then at Ximen Longting's fiery pupils.

Her hands and feet were cold: "you haven't eaten, have you?"

"I hate you……"

His consciousness began to blur again, his high fever became more and more severe, and he became dizzy.

Jing Jiaren looked at his confused gaze, and made a quick decision: "Come here, help him to the room!"

Ximen Longting fainted once, but this time he fainted for a long time.

Jing Jiaren took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was 39°5, a high fever!

Due to the remoteness of the villa, there is a room where emergency medicine is stored, but this time no doctor was brought.

That's why Jing Jia chose the most primitive method last night, applying Ximen Longting's forehead.

And now, obviously this primitive method doesn't work for him, and he has to get an infusion immediately...

It is obviously too late to call the doctor to rush over now...

Jing Jiaren hesitated for a moment, then ordered the servant to get the medicine.

Ever since they were by Ximen Longting's side, they had been injured and sick every three days, and now Jing Jiaren is very good at bandaging and disinfecting.

It's just a potion, and she can do it by herself.

It is estimated that in the near future, she will become a doctor with a little knowledge of superficiality.

Jing Jiaren thought bitterly, unbuttoning Ximen Longting's buttons one by one, and with the help of the chef, she took off all Ximen Longting's dirty clothes.

Seeing the gun hole in his chest, it still hurts when she sees it now.

Sure enough, with such heavy pain on their backs, how could they forget everything and start over.

Everything is so naive of her!

The servant came back with the medicine bottle: "Miss Jing, there is no doctor in the villa."

"I know, I'll come."

"You can?"

"From now on, I will." Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, took the potion from the servant, found a hanger to hang it up, and took Ximen Longting's hand.

There were several cuts in the wide palm, which he only roughly bandaged.

Jing Jiaren wrapped up the wound for him first, and then inserted the needle...

The potion is poured in slowly.

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief, held his hand, and looked at the wound on it with heartache.

After they met, not only was she hurt everywhere, but so was he, always abusing himself.

Ximen Longting, I really can't bear such bloody love!

The servant brought a water basin, and Jing Jiaren wet the towel and wiped Ximen Longting's body...

The servant looked at her fingers bound into ten radishes, and carefully suggested: "Miss Jing, why don't we help you?"

"No, you all don't want to go out, his body doesn't like being touched by others..."

As soon as the words fell, Jing Jiaren smiled wryly again.

From now on, his body will only be touched by others...

After the servant left, Jing Jiaren focused on wiping off the sand and stains on Ximen Longting's body.