"Yes, yes, I will fry it now." Doctor Zhang agreed and went on.
The room was quiet. No one dared to come in without Mo Chuan's instructions. Everyone stayed far away.
Mo Chuan sat in front of the bed, holding her hand, his eyes dark.
Although he was sitting still, his heart was far from as calm as it seemed.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" There was a knocking sound on the door, and a little eunuch brought over the fried medicine.
"Get out!" He didn't even look at the eunuch.
Because he saw her long and dense eyelashes tremble slightly, and then raised a little bit, his heart skipped a beat, he held her hand tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Ning'er, are you awake? "
Shen Ning opened her eyes. Her consciousness was still hazy, and the scene she saw was blurry.
But she heard a familiar voice, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered two words: "Mo Chuan?"
"I'm here."
She felt her hand being held tightly by a fiery hand, and her consciousness slowly recovered. She blinked and saw a pair of deep eyes, like stars on a cold night.
It's Mo Chuan.
Her heart suddenly relaxed.
"I... what happened to me just now? Where is this?" She rolled her eyes and found herself lying on a completely unfamiliar bed, surrounded by an unfamiliar environment, and the room was filled with the aroma of medicine.
"This is the Imperial Hospital. When you were in the hot spring hospital, you suddenly fainted, so I brought you here. The imperial doctor has already checked on you. You are fine. However, you have to drink the medicine first. ”
Mo Chuan's face was calm and his voice was gentle. He helped her up and let her lean into his arms. He then picked up the medicine bowl and brought it to his lips to test the temperature before passing it to her lips.
"Did I faint again?" She frowned and raised her hand to hold her chest. Her heart was still beating, but it was much more stable.
"Well, the imperial doctor said that you are too emotional. This bowl of medicine can calm the mind and calm the mind. Come on, drink the medicine."
As soon as Shen Ning smelled the pungent smell of Chinese medicine, she wrinkled her nose and said, "I won't drink it. As you said just now, the imperial doctor said I'm fine. I'm not sick at all and don't need to drink medicine."
Her childish look made his heart soften, but thinking of her body, he persisted.
"You must drink," he ordered.
"Well, I won't drink it. The medicine tastes terrible." She turned her head away.
He stared at her with dim eyes, pinched her chin with two fingers, and asked her to turn her face to face him.
"If you don't drink, I will feed you!" He said in a threatening tone.
"You feed me, but I won't drink either..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw him picking up the medicine bowl without saying a word and taking a big sip. Before she could react, his lips were already pressed against hers.
He had the experience of giving alcohol once, and he became very familiar with giving medicine again.
She was forced to drink a large gulp of medicine, her face turned red, and she stared at him with shame and annoyance.
"you… "
His lips pressed against hers again, and the second mouthful of medicine entered her mouth.
"Mochuan, I don't... um!"
The medicine was very bitter, but her heart was very sweet. The bowl of medicine went to the bottom unknowingly, but his lips never left her.
He closed his eyes and kissed her passionately and warmly.
A garden bloomed in her heart.
She opened her eyes slightly and stared at his face. She couldn't bear to close her eyes. She wanted to remember his appearance firmly, remember every expression on his face, and then never forget it.