But there was nothing she could do about such a thing. She could only sit aside and watch. She could not share Ji Xubai's pain.
It was already half an hour after Dr. Chu finished the stitches. Wen Zhihu didn't know if he was sleepy or not. He always felt groggy when looking at Ji Xubai.
Ji Xubai naturally noticed it, so as soon as Dr. Chu gave him the stitches, Ji Xubai asked Dr. Chu to diagnose Wen Zhigu's pulse.
Wen Zhigu heard this in a daze, and asked a little dullly: "Why are you checking my pulse..."
"You look so bad." Ji Xubai said with a frown.
After hearing Ji Xubai's words, Imperial Physician Chu paid attention to Wen Zhigu. After diagnosing Wen Zhigu's pulse, he sighed again: "Second Young Madam, she is infected with wind-cold..."
Wen Zhigu was confused: "Huh?"
Doctor Chu gave them separate prescriptions. After prescribing the medicine, he still couldn't help but asked: "Are you really going to get married tomorrow?"
The meaning of Imperial Physician Chu was very clear. As for Ji Xubai and Wen Zhigu's current situation, one of them broke his leg again, and the other contracted the cold. Both of them are sick, so it is not appropriate to get married...
Wen Zhihu didn't know whether to get married tomorrow, so he subconsciously turned to look at Ji Xubai. Ji Xubai looked at her firmly, turned around and said, "Dad said the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month is a very good day. "
Wen Zhigu understood, said "Oh", sneezed, rubbed his nose and muttered: "Then let's get married tomorrow."
Imperial Physician Chu: "..." I don't know why young people today are so anxious to get married.
After sending away Imperial Physician Chu, Wen Zhigu saw that it would be dawn in less than an hour, so he asked Wen Jian to go back to the house and sleep for a while, and she would just stay with Ji Xubai.
Wen Jian was sensible. She could see that her father was pestering her mother, so she nodded obediently, poured a cup of hot water for each of her father and mother, and then went back to her room.
While drinking water and sniffing, Wen Zhiyu thought about the scene of tomorrow's wedding. He couldn't help but want to laugh, but just as he was about to laugh, he sneezed again, "Hey, I think it's over..."
"I figured it out. Tomorrow, I will stand and get married to you. After tomorrow, can I sit back in the wheelchair?" Ji Xubai discussed with Wen Zhigu in a talkative manner.
Wen Zhigu refused without any discussion with him: "No, you will get married to me in a wheelchair tomorrow."
Ji Xubai felt aggrieved: "That would be ugly."
"It's okay, you look so handsome when you shoot yourself in the foot."
"...I know I'm wrong, don't do this..."
"hehe."
Ji Xubai couldn't help but gently grabbed her hand. Wen Zhiyu's hand was hot, much hotter than his. Ji Xubai frowned: "Didn't you take medicine? Why are you still there?" So hot."
"... Whose medicine is effective as soon as I take it?"
"Then I'm anxious."
"Don't worry, even if I really have a high fever, I will insist on getting married to you."
Ji Xubai looked at Wen Zhigu affectionately, and was about to be deeply moved when he heard Wen Zhigu say calmly: "After all, you can get married to me in a wheelchair."
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(I stayed up all night and updated at midnight, and I will update at noon tomorrow. I will try to stabilize the update time at zero the day after tomorrow. Don’t be angry, everyone.