Four Hundred and Sixty-Three: The First Winter (10)

Neither of them spoke, and the only sounds around them were the sharp wind and the sound of horse hooves on the ground.

The city gate was wide open, and there were no pedestrians on the street, so she rode all the way to the gate of the county government.

She took the man off the horse with her arms, and Dabai ran to the door of the servant with a smart look, looking at him with a disdainful look.

The servant was under a lot of pressure, so he reached out and grabbed Dabai's reins, and took him all the way to the stable.

Jiang Pengji had no obstacles all the way, and entered her room in the backyard of the county government, and she shouted on the way.

"Go and get a doctor!"

There were not many miracle doctors in Xiangyang County, but a few were hired later, and Jiang Pengji also allocated a clinic for them.

They could take in apprentices here, be doctors in the hall, and take turns on duty. The operation model was somewhat like a hospital.

These doctors were all hired by Jiang Pengji at high salaries, and the entire clinic was also a county government property.

Doctors eat public food and receive high salaries. Except for a few people, they do not visit patients at home. When the people are sick, they come to see doctors and ask for medicine. This is much more efficient than doctors visiting patients at home.

When the county servants heard this, they quickly sent people to invite the doctors who were on duty today.

Jiang Pengji hooked the door open with her foot, put Wei Ci on the bed, and then lit a few charcoal basins, and the room soon became warm.

Taxue heard the wind and rushed over, and was almost scared away by the strange man on Jiang Pengji's bed.

She stuttered and asked, "Lang, Langjun... Who is this..."

"A good friend, I met him when I went out hunting today, he is very sick." Jiang Pengji said indifferently, "You go and ask someone to bring some hot water, and prepare clean and warm clothes..."

Although Wei Ci is thin, his skeleton is also the standard of a normal man, wider than Jiang Pengji.

But he is so thin now that he can barely fit into Jiang Pengji's clothes.

After a while, the doctor who was off today came over sweating and carrying a medical box.

He greeted Jiang Pengji first, then sat down and felt Wei Ci's pulse.

The doctors hired by Jiang Pengji were all really capable,

and worthy of the salary she paid.

In just a moment, the doctor had already figured out Wei Ci's condition.

"He won't die, will he?" Jiang Pengji asked.

Wei Ci, who was pretending to be dead, frowned, but still didn't dare to open his eyes.

The doctor's hand stroking his beard paused.

He smiled dumbly, "No. Judging from the pulse, this young man has a cold body. He had a serious illness before and left some roots of illness. Later, he worked hard and was exhausted physically and mentally, and did not get good care. Now that he has a serious illness, it is actually a good thing, which has brought out all the hidden illness. Therefore, although the young man's condition seems to be dangerous, if he is well taken care of, he will be healthier than before."

Jiang Pengji asked, "How to take care of him?"

The doctor prescribed a prescription, listed various medicinal materials in detail, and reminded him of the places that need attention.

"As the saying goes, medicine is not as good as food. When the young man recovers, you can use medicinal food to regulate his body appropriately."

Medicine is three-point poison, and Wei Ci can't stand too much tossing now.

Jiang Pengji said, "Food is also good, and it can make people fatter."

A person took the prescription to the clinic to get medicine, and the maid brought in a few basins of hot water.

Suddenly, the audience in the live broadcast room had an ominous premonition.

With a snap, the screen went dark-no, someone turned off the live broadcast room.

The audience was confused, while Jiang Pengji stretched her hand to Wei Ci's waist, ready to tear off the straps.

"You——" Wei Ci couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand to stop her, but he had difficulty even speaking now, let alone stopping Jiang Pengji.

"Don't worry, who would like your figure?" Jiang Pengji said contemptuously, "This is the inner courtyard, there are no other men except me, you plan to let other maids help you wipe? This also needs my consent, right? Tsk, I didn't expect you to have such a mind..."

Although Wei Ci is so thin, he is an adult man after all, and ordinary maids can't help him at all, otherwise she wouldn't do it.

Wei Ci's cheeks flushed with anger, "Ci didn't--"

"Well, I know, don't move." Jiang Pengji didn't even blink, and quickly took off his clothes, let him sit up and lean against her, and wiped him with a wrung-out hot cloth...

Seeing his upper body clearly, Jiang Pengji couldn't help but sigh, he was really so thin that only bones were left, and every rib could be seen...

Wipe with hot water and change into new clothes, it's warmer, if you lie directly in the quilt, I don't know when you can warm up.

Jiang Pengji's mouth is also poisonous, saying, "Fortunately you can still speak, otherwise I would have thought you were a corpse."

The temperature of the skin is very low, although it is not as cold as a corpse, but it is creepy enough.

Wei Ci was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, so he simply closed his eyes and let her change him into a brand new inner garment and a thick woolen shirt. Compared with the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow just now, he slowly felt the warmth, and he could also slowly feel his limbs.

After a while, two basins of hot water were replaced, and Wei Ci's pale face was already stained with blood.

Seeing his performance, Jiang Pengji crossed her arms and said, "Why are you so shy? In terms of figure, you are not that good. You are so thin that you are just a bag of bones. What do you think I will do to you? You don't have to look like a young wife who has been molested..."

She was aggrieved, making her look like a beast.

"My dear, the medicine is ready." There was a sound of footsteps on the snow outside the house.

Jiang Pengji was sitting next to the bed. When she heard the voice, she raised her head and said lightly, "Come in."

After looking at it, she unfolded a set of mattresses stacked on the side of the bed and covered Wei Ci with another layer.

Covered by two thick quilts, Wei Ci could hardly breathe.

"Don't sit up, just turn your body slightly sideways to drink the medicine. Otherwise, it will be cold and hot for a while, so as not to make the condition worse."

When Ta Xue entered the house, she found that Jiang Pengji still had an indifferent expression, while the strange man had a look of shame and anger.

Wei Ci sniffed the smell of the medicine and knew it was a good medicine for his illness. As soon as he closed his eyes, he had to swallow it no matter how bitter it was.

After slowly drinking the medicine, Wei Ci looked up and found that the man was sitting next to the sleeping couch with his head lowered and a pile of official documents in his hand.

From dusk to nightfall, she ignored Wei Ci, which made him secretly relieved and less embarrassed.

When it was time to light the lamp, Texue came over and asked if he wanted to make a new mattress.

Jiang Pengji said, "No need."

Wei Ci took a nap in the afternoon, but now her head is still a little heavy and her thinking reaction is slow.

When he reacted, he almost broke into a cold sweat, "You..."

Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes slightly and asked him with a smile, "Aren't you a counselor who took refuge in me?"

Wei Ci responded, "That's true."

"In order to show attention, don't we all have the habit of sleeping with enough to show respect?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and whispered in his ear, making Wei Ci's body stiffen.

She never knew the bed could be so cold.

"You've been lying down all afternoon and you're still so cold?"

Wei Ci suppressed her emotions and asked her, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Originally I wanted to sleep under the covers, but who knew you were still so cold after lying there all afternoon-" Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci with accusing eyes, and the latter was speechless, she said, "Don't be so nervous, don't talk about you Now I am just a sick man. Even if I am healthy, what can I do? I can sleep better, otherwise, I don’t want to wake up and find that I have killed someone.”

Wei Ci was silent for a long time and said, "People's words are scary."

Jiang Pengji sneered coldly, "Do I care about that?"