An Lan was very anxious.
Xia Qinglan's eyes dimmed, and her deep thoughts drifted far away. After a long time, she took a sip of sake and said slowly, "If you abolish it, just abolish it. I owe her something, don't you?"
"Although what the master said is reasonable, the matter is over and Madam is safe and sound, why do you continue to torture yourself like this..." An Lan frowned.
"Passed?"
"Safe and sound?"
Xia Qinglan laughed at herself.
"Yes, madam is fine now, isn't she safe and sound?" An Lan snatched the wine from Xia Qinglan's hand, poured it out the door, and pushed the freshly made millet porridge in front of him.
Xia Qinglan didn't stop her, but just laughed lightly, "If she's safe and sound, why did she forget about me alone?"
"Master, you must be..." Like Madam, right
An Lan hesitated to speak.
Xia Qinglan lowered her head and took a sip of the porridge, then smiled slightly, "Don't overthink it, I just feel that I owe her."
"..." An Lan was at a loss for words.
After all, Xia Qinglan's wound was not re-bandaged, she just changed the torn clothes, and simply sprinkled a layer of sputum on the gauze.
An Lan was a little worried, frowned and said, "Master, why don't you go and hire a doctor."
"No need." Xia Qinglan refused.
An Lan said again, "How about... how about I invite my wife over here... If the wound festers, the master will inevitably have a fever tonight..."
"No." Xia Qinglan lightly highlighted two words, and then walked towards the bedside. After taking two steps, her body suddenly stopped, and then she turned around and asked An Lan with some uncertainty, "If you go to invite her, will she Will it really come?"
An Lan was stopped by him.
According to Madam's current resistance to the master, she is really not sure that she can invite Madam.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Xia Qinglan shook her head and said, "Go out, I'm fine. I haven't heard that a broken arm or leg can kill a person..."
"..." An Lan couldn't help muttering in her heart. Those with broken arms and legs are all soldiers who went to the battlefield to kill the enemy. As a literati, can your physique be compared with the soldiers
As soon as An Lan left, Xia Qinglan lay down on the bed on her back.
It was probably because he was too tired these few days, and after a while, he felt drowsy, or maybe it was because of the effect of Mafei San, the pain in his shoulders became less obvious, and he soon fell asleep in a daze.
In the middle of the night, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the sky.
After waking up, An Lan remembered that Xia Qinglan had the habit of sleeping with the windows open, fearing that the rain would wet the things in the house, she hurriedly walked towards the backyard.
After reaching the door, An Lan was stunned.
Xia Qinglan not only didn't close the windows, but even opened the door. The temperature dropped at night, and the cool wind poured into the room, and the man on the bed was lying upright, not even covered by the quilt.
broken!
Seeing that the corners of Xia Qinglan's lips were turning white and her face was flushed, An Lan couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.
She reached out and touched Xia Qinglan's forehead, it was astonishingly hot!
"Master, master..." An Lan pushed Xia Qinglan, trying to wake him up, "Master, you have a fever, you can't delay any longer, this servant is going to call the doctor..."
After finishing speaking, An Lan turned around and left, but someone grabbed the corner of her clothes.
An Lan looked back in shock, only to realize that Xia Qinglan was awake, half-closed her eyes, and pulled her hoarsely, "You don't need a doctor, I don't need it."