Dr. Yan left the prescription and explained the things that the maidservant needed to pay attention to. Ji Han was in good health. He estimated that he would be able to get out of bed and walk in a few days, and he would be able to fully recover after training for a month.
Zhao Jiangui was still depressed, thinking that he slapped Ji Hanpai and vomited blood, and was very annoyed.
He sat in the corner far away from the bed, watching the maid and the maid serve Ji Han and drank a bowl of white porridge. Before the medicine was ready, they had to help Ji Han to lie down and rest again.
Ji Han was reluctant to lie down. He whispered something to the big maid, and the big maid turned her head and walked over with a meaningful face, and said to Zhao Jian: "Zhao Gongzi, the teacher asked you to speak."
Zhao Jiangui thought for a moment that he had heard something wrong.
The eldest maid smiled and said, "Young Master Zhao, you can't let the sect master come over."
Zhao Jiangui passed by.
Ji Han's face was already bloody, but his lips were still white, his breath was weak, and his speech seemed weak.
Zhao Jiangui couldn't help feeling even more guilty.
If he hadn't had to pretend to be unwell, Ji Han would never have been hurt, and if he hadn't insisted on giving Ji Han a smooth breath, Ji Han would never have vomited blood.
He pretty much screwed up the whole thing.
Ji Han looked into his eyes and slowly called his name: "Zhao Jiangui."
Zhao Jiangui lowered his head in guilt.
Ji Han said: "I suffered a severe internal injury, and there was blood stasis in my chest."
Zhao Jiangui said angrily, "I shouldn't have shot you that way."
Ji Han: "What I vomited is the blood stasis in my chest, not from your slap in the face."
Zhao Jiangui: "..."
Ji Han said again: "But your shot still hurts."
When Ji Han said this, his expression was flat, and he didn't look angry at all.
Zhao Jiangui: "It's my fault."
"You don't have to admit your mistake." Ji Han thought for a while, hesitated, but still said, "You... how many times have you not had a good rest?"
Zhao Jiangui was startled.
Before he had time to speak, the eldest maid interrupted and said, "After the leader was seriously injured and comatose, Young Master Zhao never closed his eyes."
Ji Han's expression looked rather complicated.
Zhao Jiangui said: "I have rested."
Ji Han: "Are you lying on the edge of the bed to rest?"
Zhao Jiangui said, "For those who practice martial arts, this is nothing."
Ji Han frowned, turned his head and instructed the maid to clean up the house next door.
"I'm awake, and you don't have to stay here." Ji Han said to Zhao Jiangui, "I'll let them clean up the room next door, go and have a good rest."
Zhao Jiangui was carrying the bag of pine nuts in his arms, thinking that before Ji Han could drink the medicine, he hurriedly said, "It's okay, I just took a rest for a while."
Zhao Jiangui carefully counted the time, and said, "More than an hour is enough."
Ji Han: "… "
He stopped talking and seemed tired.
The maid has pulled Zhao Jiangui out the door.
"Young Master Zhao, you should rest first," she said. "Don't expect the sect master's injury to heal, and your body collapses again."
Zhao Jiangui had no choice but to nod.
He went back to the next room, washed his face at will, and remembered what had happened in the past two days, and his mind was still a little confused.
Thinking about Elder Wen, he had to talk to Ji Han, but it was not at this time. Ji Han's injury was too serious, so it would not be too late to tell him later.
There are also those two assassins, I don't know what the Demon Cult can ask them. It's extremely difficult to get their customers out. He is worried that if one assassination fails, there will be a second time. , that's not good.
Suddenly someone knocked on his door.
Zhao Jiangui recognized that this was the maid in Ji Han's house. The little girl was wearing a long green dress, holding a carved food box in her hand, and handed the thing to him with a smile.
"The sect leader heard that Zhao Gongzi hasn't eaten yet, and he specially ordered the slaves to bring it." She blinked, "The sect leader has not seen greasy these days, so it's all light dishes. I don't know if Zhao Gongzi is used to eating it."
Zhao Jiangui said, "Thank you."
The little girl was not in a hurry to leave: "The sect master also said, if you are not used to eating, what would you like to eat? Just order it in the kitchen. The chef's craftsmanship is still very good."
Zhao Jiangui: "I'm used to it."
The little girl jumped back and returned to her life. Zhao Jiangui opened the food box. In addition to the white porridge, there was only green vegetables and tofu in it. It was really light.
But this was specially ordered by Ji Han.
Did he pick up a chopstick? greens, put in your mouth.
With Ji Han's reaction to him today, Zhao Jiangui knew that he was not far from success.
He sighed, and for some reason he only felt the same taste as chewing wax, and he was not happy at all.