Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 513 How Can I Keep Her From Worrying? (2)
"Then..." Dong Nuangu cupped his fists and bowed to Bingren again, "Brother Bingren, please trouble me."

Bing Ren didn't answer Dong Nuan's story again.

When Dongnuan looked up again, Bingren was no longer in sight.

Qiao Xiaoyu stood up slowly, looked at Dongnuan and said: "Madam, the hero seems to have climbed over the wall and left."

Over the wall?Dong Nuan looked at the high courtyard wall that was far away from here, his eyes were slightly trembling, it was really fast.

Thinking like this, Dong Nuangu turned to look at Qiao Xiaoyu, looked at her bloodless face, and asked with concern: "Sister Xiaoyu feels better?"

Dong Nuangu's "Sister Xiaoyu" made Qiao Xiaoyu stunned there, just staring at her blankly, unable to recover, as if Dong Nuangu said something that shocked her.

Dong Nuangu suddenly felt that she was still thinking about how terrible she was in her previous life, people would habitually be taken aback when they saw her, and thought she had scared Qiao Xiaoyu, so she couldn't help calling her again, " Little sister Yu?"

"Husband, ma'am, did you call me?" Qiao Xiaoyu came back to her senses, bowed her head and said frequently, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the little girl lost her mind, and didn't hear what Madam said!"

"I'm not a lady, so you don't need to call me like Rongxue. My surname is Dong, and my name is Nuangu." Dong Nuangu smiled slightly, "Sister Xiaoyu is quite energetic, so I think there is nothing serious about it. Go back to the house to take care of my husband, so I won't accompany my sister Xiaoyu."

After Dong Nuangu finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the house.

Qiao Xiaoyu suddenly said to her nervously: "Ma'am, I haven't eaten breakfast yet, I, I can cook."

"Then trouble sister Xiaoyu to cook a meal." Dong Nuan politely bowed his head to Qiao Xiaoyu, "Thank you sister Xiaoyu first."

After Dongnuan returned to the house, Qiao Xiaoyu looked stupid again, looking at the slightly closed door in front of him, feeling a little unbelievable.

Just now, Madam called her... Sister Xiaoyu?
Just now, Madam thanked her...?

Also, no one has ever called her that before. At home, the sisters and the aunts and the second mothers all call her Qiao Xiaoyu by name. It was Miss Wu, but every time Dad saw her, he had to think about her name for a long time before calling her "Xiao Yu". No one had ever called her "sister" like Madam.

No one has ever thanked her. Everyone has always taken her to work as a matter of course, and she has always thanked others and made amends.

This is... the first time she heard someone call her "Sister Xiaoyu", and heard someone say "thank you" to her.

Qiao Xiaoyu froze in front of the railing for a long time before turning around and running downstairs.

I saw two crimson clouds stained her cheeks, her eyes were squinted with a smile, she looked very happy, and she ran to the kitchen behind.

At this time, Rongxue was standing in the "dog hole" that he had drilled through because of the warm winter this morning, standing in front of the small peony bushes, with a serious face, staring fixedly at the direction of the root of the wall.

About the time she was drinking a cup of tea, she suddenly bit her lower lip slightly, squatted down, pushed aside the peony bushes, and approached the "dog hole". Drilled through!
In Han's other courtyard.

Dongnuan gently twisted the handkerchief from a copper basin of clear water placed on the shelf at the end of the bed, walked back to the bed, folded the handkerchief, and placed it on Si Jixia's forehead.

But Si Jixia fell asleep face-in and sideways, and the veil fell off after a while after putting it on his forehead, so he put the veil back on his head again because of the winter warmth.

But after a while, the veil still fell off again.

Dongnuan put the handkerchief aside for the time being, reached out to support Si Jixia's shoulders, leveled his body lying on his side, and let him lie flat on the bed.

However, Ji Xia seemed unable to get used to lying flat, Dong Nuan Gu pressed his shoulders so compulsively to make him lie flat on the bed that he trembled so badly that Dong Nuan Gu's hands also trembled.

Dong Nuan couldn't bear it, so he let go.

And when she let go of her hand, Si Jixia curled up again, and buried her head deeply in the crook of his arms hugging his knees, as if this could make him feel safe, her body trembled more and more.

Seeing Si Jixia in such a state, his breath was stagnant due to the warmth of the winter, and then he propped his left knee on the edge of the bed, leaned down towards Si Jixia, hugged him tightly, and pressed his cheek lightly against his, Eyes closed tightly, trembling all over.

Her peace is different from others, his body is very fragile, so fragile that just a little sickness and pain seem to kill him.

When they were attacked in Shuiyue County, she saw that he was injured, but for ordinary sword wounds, the wound could heal after a few days of application of medicine, but he was different. He used medicine, and the wound not only did not heal, but festered into injury.

She had seen him catch a cold and develop a high fever, and on the first day he left for Nanbi City from King Yi's Mansion, the doctor scolded her for not being a good wife, because a single wind and cold could kill him.

She saw that he couldn't even move his only arm. The way he knelt on the ground and bowed down to pick up the bamboo basket that fell on the ground made her heart feel like bleeding.

So she couldn't give her safe medicine like Qiao Xiaoyu used to treat the cold, because she was not a doctor, and she didn't dare to use his medicine on him at will.

He should know it, knowing that his body couldn't bear such an excessive exhaustion of internal energy when he saved Li Hui, but he still chose to save Li Hui's life.

He always wants to hide all his bad things from her, and when facing her, he always smiles and tells her that there is nothing wrong, don't worry.

Obviously he couldn't hold it anymore, but he still smiled and comforted him and said that he just needs to rest.

How can he not worry her like this?
How... can I not make her worry...?
"Ping An..." Dong Nuan put his arms around Si Jixia, but he didn't dare to hold him tightly in his arms, she was afraid of crushing him, she was afraid of hurting him.

The world is too big, the world is too vast, where can there be people who will not harm peace?
Even though she was the good medicine to heal the wound in Ping An's heart, the wound left by the past trauma was too deep and too long. Before she had time to heal him, someone cut a knife on his wound again.

Just like what Ping An himself said, he can save the sick people in the world, but he can't save himself alone. A doctor may be able to save people from the dead, but he can't save a person's heart.

I thought it would be good to find the answer Ping An wanted to know, but now, it is better not to know than to know.

It's better not to come to Beishuang country.

What is the answer now?
Dongnuan felt that the tip of the nose was very sore and the eye sockets were also very hot.

A hot tear slipped from the corner of her eye, down her cheek, and just fell on Si Jixia's long eyelashes.

Si Jixia's eyelids moved, as if he wanted to open them, but his mind was too confused and his eyelids were too heavy, so he never opened them.

Dongnuan couldn't control the sadness in his heart that kept bubbling up from the ground like a mountain spring, so he tightened his arms slightly, and hugged Si Jixia tighter, bringing himself closer to him.

The drowsy Si Jixia gradually relaxed his body under the warm and trembling embrace.

It wasn't until Bingren kicked open the slightly closed door and brought an old doctor into the room that Dong Nuangu let Si Jixia go.

It was also at this time that a gray carrier pigeon with white spots on its head landed in a small courtyard that seemed to be set up separately behind the Hanyu Courtyard.

When the gray pigeon landed in the courtyard again, there were already five identical carrier pigeons staying in the small courtyard, each with the same thin brass pipe tied to its right foot.

But, no one has taken it down yet.

(End of this chapter)