Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 313
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is deep.

Jiang Xian moved a small stool, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at the sky.

She likes to look at the moon.

The moon in this world is big and round, and Lingling Qinghui is as gentle as water, as if within reach.

The scalding medicinal juice was cooled by the quiet night breeze, and Jiang Xian walked into the firewood room with the medicinal bowl in hand.

The room was as bright as beans, and the man was lying on the simple straw mat, motionless, if not for the slight and slow rise and fall of his chest, Jiang Xian must have thought he was dead.

"excuse me."

"Can you hear me?"

"You should take your medicine."

Jiang Xian leaned closer to the man and said a long list, but the man didn't respond.

The barefoot doctor hurried home, dressed him perfunctorily, with the front of his clothes open, and the snow-white gauze tightly wrapped around the wound could be vaguely seen.

The strong smell of medicine filled the room, Jiang Xian frowned, so she could only take a spoonful of medicine juice and put it close to his chapped and thin lips.

Even though he was asleep, the man never relaxed his vigilance and kept his teeth tightly shut.

Jiang Xian fed it a few times, and the medicine juice flowed down from the corner of his mouth, soaking his clothes and neck.

Jiang Xian frantically found a cotton napkin, wiped his neck, and accidentally touched his protruding Adam's apple with her index finger, causing the man to cough lightly.

"You can't do this, you have to drink medicine to survive."

"It's not worth it to die."

"If you want Huang Baiguo, at worst I'll give you a bag."

Jiang Xian chattered for a long while, wondering if the other party heard it.After a while, the man opened his lips slightly, and Jiang Xian hurriedly took the opportunity to scoop the medicine into his mouth.

Seeing him swallowing with difficulty, Jiang Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he drank the medicine, it did not mean that the man would definitely live.The doctor said, he still has a high fever, he just needs to fight it off.

The night wind is cold in the mountains.

Jiang Xian sat at the door for a while, feeling chilly, so she went into the woodshed, brought a stool, and guarded the man whose life or death was uncertain.

The moonlight shone like frost through the open window, falling on the man's delicate profile, like a drop of clear spring in the turbid night.Under the wide sleeves, his right hand hangs down, revealing a distinct wrist.The phalanx is slender, if holding a calligraphy brush, it must be elegant.

Jiang Xian rested her chin and looked at the man from a distance, feeling pleasing to the eye.

"It's so beautiful."

Jiang Xian sighed softly.

Everyone likes beautiful things, and she is no exception.

I don't know what kind of demeanor the eyes that are always closed will look like when they are opened.

Jiang Xian looked sadly at the night outside the window.

This night, she didn't sleep.

Because the man started to have a high fever in the middle of the night.

His cheeks were flushed due to the high fever, his mouth was murmuring indistinctly, and his head was sweating profusely.Jiang Xian fetched water and wiped his exposed skin over and over again to help him physically cool down.As for whether he can carry it, it depends on himself.

At dawn the next day, Jiang Xian was the first to be unable to bear it anymore.

Seeing Grandma Meng get up, she confessed a few words, and she threw herself into the room to catch up on sleep.

Granny Meng touched the man's forehead and found that the temperature had dropped, she silently said "God bless".She glanced at Jiang Xian's room and thought to herself, it's fine to be an old woman, Jiang Xian is a woman who has not left the court, so it is not appropriate to leave an unknown man at home.

Thinking of this, Grandma Meng went to the village and asked if anyone was willing to take in the man, and the villagers declined one after another.

The barefoot doctor said that the man was seriously injured and might die.The villagers were afraid of dying in their own homes and causing bad luck, so they refused to take this hot potato.

Helpless, Grandma Meng had no choice but to continue to stay in her own home.

(End of this chapter)