At dusk, Ye Qiqi finally woke up after sleeping for a whole day and night.
The moment Mo Hanqing, who had been standing by the bed, saw Ye Qiqi open her eyes, he quickly leaned over, looked at her nervously and asked, "Qiqi, are you awake?"
"Hmm..." Ye Qiqi responded in a daze. She felt that she had had a long dream. There was someone calling her all the time in the dream. She followed the voice and kept looking for it. She searched everywhere but couldn't find the person who called her.
"How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt?" Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi's black and white eyes, which were full of confusion, so he reached out his hand and carefully helped her up.
Ye Qiqi turned around with a confused look on her face and looked at Mo Hanqing beside her. After a long while, she finally realized: "Young Master?"
"Yes." Mo Hanqing nodded and responded lightly.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?" Ye Qiqi blinked, remembering the scene of arrows raining from the sky before she passed out, and asked him quickly.
Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi helplessly, hugging her arm and couldn't help but tighten it slightly, "Why are you so stupid, you blocked an arrow for me, and when you woke up, you asked me if I was injured... "
"Ah? Did I block an arrow for you?" Ye Qiqi was stunned for a while before she remembered that it seemed that such a thing had happened. At that time, before her consciousness could react, her body had already moved on its own.
She couldn't explain exactly why, but at that moment, she sensed that there was a fatal danger approaching Mo Hanqing.
"Oh... It seems so. I said, why does my chest hurt so much..." Ye Qiqi reached out and touched her chest, feeling a tingling sensation there.
"Chest hurts?" Mo Hanqing hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at her chest.
After a while, a faint blush appeared on his jade-white cheeks, and he whispered in a hesitant voice: "Does it hurt too much?"
"A little bit..." Ye Qiqi frowned.
She lowered her head, pulled her collar and took a look inside. Her chest was smooth and there were no scars, but she didn't know why, but she just felt pain.
"Strange, why are there no wounds?" Ye Qiqi looked down for a while and asked Mo Hanqing with some confusion.
"Yesterday, I fed you the medicine you were wearing. After taking it, your wound slowly healed." Mo Hanqing looked into her eyes and answered seriously.
"The medicine on my body?" Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, he suddenly realized: "Oh, um, that one is really effective in treating wounds, but the effect is not so good. I wonder why it hurts so much. Woolen cloth… "
"Is the effect bad?" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows slightly. If the old military doctor heard Ye Qiqi's comments about Qiandan San, which he admired so much, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
"Well, that broken medicine heals the wound quickly, but it still makes people feel painful..." Ye Qiqi reached out and rubbed her chest and frowned, "I have to ask the old man to improve it later."
"Oh." Mo Hanqing responded lightly, then suddenly stretched out a hand and reached towards Ye Qiqi's chest.
Ye Qiqi watched helplessly as someone's warm hand covered her chest.