Sick people always crave some privileges.
Pei Che lay on the bed, looking at the medicine in Jiang Miao's hand, and said weakly: "A Miao, my hands and feet are so sore because of this illness. I am afraid I can't lift the bowl. What should I do?"
His eyes wandered over Jiang Miao's hand, the implication of which was very obvious.
Jiang Miao didn't understand what he meant, and said, "Then I'll hold the bowl for you, and you can drink from the spoon yourself." After saying that, he really turned around, went out, got a spoon, and handed it to Pei Che.
"Clang--" the brand new porcelain spoon fell to the ground and broke into two pieces at the head and tail in an instant.
"A Miao," Pei Che looked up innocently, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I can't even hold a spoon."
Jiang Miao frowned. He had also been sick when he first came, but not as seriously as Pei Che, who couldn't even hold a spoon. Could it be that this guy had other problems besides a cold and fever? Thinking of this, he quickly put down the bowl in his hand and ran out.
This move made Pei Che unable to do anything. Did A Miao find out that he did it on purpose? Probably not. If he found out, with A Miao's temper, he would definitely scold him. But if he didn't find out, why did he run away
Just when Pei Che was puzzled, Jiang Miao led someone in. This person was their neighbor Ji Qing, whose family ran a medicine shop. Although he was not a doctor, his medical skills were quite impressive. He usually liked to go to Jiang's shop for breakfast, and after a few visits, everyone became familiar with each other.
There was a curfew outside and all the shops were closed, so Jiang Miao had no choice but to ask him for help and let him see what happened to Pei Che.
"Meet Master Pei." Ji Qing was naturally aware of the grand ceremony when their wedding was held. So as soon as he entered the room, he politely bowed to Pei Che.
"Who are you?" Pei Che asked, but his eyes were looking at Jiang Miao, not understanding why he suddenly brought a man in.
Jiang Miao said, "He is our neighbor, Doctor Ji. Can't you hold things with your hands? I'll ask him to help you." Such a light and casual remark sounded like a thunderbolt in Pei Che's ears.
"No... no need, right?" Pei Che forced a smile. "Doctor Yang of the Imperial College is an excellent doctor. He said that I had a cold and the wind entered my body. He must be right. Brother Ji, thank you for your trip. I will come to thank you another day." The intention of closing the door and sending the guest away was very obvious.
"Don't be afraid to see a doctor!" Jiang Miao disagreed with him. "It's different now. Your condition wasn't that serious before. Doctor Ji, don't listen to him. Please take his pulse."
After he finished speaking, he sat down on the bed, forcefully reached into the quilt, pulled out Pei Che's hand that was hidden inside, and placed it in front of Ji Qing.
Ji Qing smiled. In fact, he could not tell the pulse. How could a seriously ill person be so energetic? This Prince Pei was just suffering from a cold and had a fever. However, why should he expose the affection between the young couple
Ji Qing sat on the stool, feeling Pei Che's pulse, and pondered for a long time, his face a little solemn.
Jiang Miao was very nervous because of him. He didn't know what he saw, but he didn't dare to speak rashly, for fear of disturbing his thoughts. Pei Che, who was a little guilty at first, couldn't help but wonder when he saw him like this. Is it so difficult to diagnose a cold
When Ji Qing finally withdrew his hand, Jiang Miao quickly stuffed Pei Che's hand back into the quilt and tucked it in, fearing that he would catch a cold again.
"Shopkeeper Jiang, Master Pei is not seriously ill. He just caught a cold and has a slight fever." Ji Qing said.
"But how could a simple cold make his hands and feet so sore and weak?" Jiang Miao asked.
"Maybe it's because—" Ji Qing smiled and glanced at Pei Che.
Pei Che sighed silently, ready to face Jiang Miao's anger calmly. Anyway, he was sick, and Jiang Miao would not ignore him no matter how angry he was.
"Everyone's condition is different when they are sick. Some people's physical discomfort will worsen. After you feed him the medicine and he gets better, it shouldn't be like this anymore." Ji Qing said confidently.
Jiang Miao suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. I was wondering how I could see a doctor and do my own work when I was sick. Thank you, Doctor Ji. Go to Jiang's shop tomorrow and I'll ask Tang Lin to give you a free meal."
"Free?" Ji Qing was a little confused.
"It means we don't charge you any money. Please come here so late at night." Jiang Miao explained quickly.
Jiang Miao smiled and was about to say something else when Pei Che beside him suddenly started coughing violently. He was so scared that he quickly patted Pei Che's back.
"In that case, Ji will take his leave. Shopkeeper Jiang, please take good care of Prince Pei."
When Ji Qing left the house, Pei Che's coughing gradually subsided. He looked at Jiang Miao with a flushed face and said, "Miao, please feed me the medicine."
"Why bother?" Jiang Miao picked up the medicine bowl and found that the medicine was cold. "It's cold. I'll get you another bowl. Wait a minute."
Pei Che watched him leave and couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Doctor Ji was a good person, but he talked too much.
Jiang Miao took a new bowl of medicine from the medicine jar on the stove and put a spoon in the bowl.
"Drink it." Jiang Miao scooped up a spoonful of bitter medicine and brought it to Pei Che's mouth.
Pei Che opened his mouth and drank it, as if he had no sense of taste, and he didn't feel the bitterness at all. To Jiang Miao, this smell was terrible, let alone eating it.
Then another spoonful, Pei Che drank it without changing his expression. Jiang Miao didn't believe it, so when he scooped up the third spoonful, he licked it with his tongue, and a sour and bitter taste suddenly filled his mouth, making him want to vomit.
Facing Pei Che's surprised expression, Jiang Miao smiled awkwardly: "I just want to try whether this medicine is bitter or not."
Before Pei Che could show his touched expression, Jiang Miao asked with concern: "This medicine is so bitter, and you don't even have the slightest expression. Is your sense of taste failing?"
Pei Che was silent. The other party just wouldn't understand. What could he say
After helping Pei Che finish his medicine, Jiang Miao collected the bowl and picked up the spoon that had fallen to the ground to avoid getting scratched by stepping on it accidentally.
The effect of the drug took effect quickly. Pei Che had planned to talk to Jiang Miao later, but he could not resist the call of sleep. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Before dawn the next day, Pei Che opened his eyes. A night of sleep and the effects of the medicine had cured all his physical ailments. This feeling made him feel very comfortable. He looked into the bed, but did not see Jiang Miao.
That's right, sleeping next to him, if his illness is passed on to Jiang Miao, wouldn't it be worse? Although thinking this way, Pei Che still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
He didn't know when he began to place Jiang Miao in a special place. Maybe it was the moment when Jiang Miao placed the flower carved out of a radish in his palm? Maybe it was when Jiang Miao smiled and said that he would give him the lantern? Maybe it was when Jiang Miao resolutely decided to help him cover up his lie
He didn't know what kind of feelings he had towards Jiang Miao. Was he a friend who could talk to him? A brother who was loyal to him? Or a confidant who respected him
All these feelings intertwined together, making him unconsciously refuse to think deeply about the deep meaning. He only knew that he liked being with Jiang Miao. As long as he was with him, even if the two of them did nothing, they felt that life was quite interesting. Jiang Miao had a sense of steadiness, and being close to him made people feel at ease.
"Well… "
An unconscious murmur interrupted Pei Che's thoughts. He looked towards the source of the sound and found that Jiang Miao, who he thought was not in this room, was lying on the small couch over there. Maybe he was not used to it, but even in his sleep, he frowned and looked very uneasy.
Pei Che lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He leaned down, picked up Jiang Miao very gently, and put him on the bed.
As soon as he arrived at the familiar place, Jiang Miao immediately turned over and rolled into the bed skillfully, unconsciously leaving the space outside. Pei Che lay on his side outside, watching Jiang Miao sleeping soundly, listening to his shallow breathing, and unconsciously fell asleep again.
(End of this chapter)