Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

177 Lin Zhiqing’s High Fever Does Not Subside

She smiled ingratiatingly and told him what had happened in the past two days.

After hearing that, Wei Wusheng’s expression changed and he said with disappointment, “Why were you so careless! What if no one went to save you! What if something really happened!”

Jian Qingqing tried to persuade him to go and see Lin Zhiqing and Shen Ji.

Although Wei Wusheng did not like Lin Zhiqing, he had saved Jian Qingqing’s life after all, so he could only go reluctantly.

Lin Zhiqing had not woken up yet, and his condition had even worsened. He already had a tendency to have a fever. In this era, a fever was very dangerous, not to mention a fever because of an injury.

Wei Wusheng frowned and checked his pulse, then pricked his body with silver needles, only then did he go out and say to Jian Qingqing, “The situation is not good. He suffered internal injuries. If he didn’t have a fever, it would be fine. But now that he has a fever, it’s difficult to deal with. I’ve already given him acupuncture. Now, we can only wait for his fever to subside. If it doesn’t subside…”

He did not say anything further, but Jian Qingqing also understood. Her face turned pale for a moment. Lin Zhiqing was injured because of her. If he lost his life because of this, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

She looked at Wei Wusheng pleadingly. “Big Brother, can you try your best to save him…”

Ming Zhiyan also said, “If you need any valuable medicinal herbs, tell me. I’ll go look for them.”

Wei Wusheng rolled his eyes at him. He was the Young Master of the Ji Shan Hall. He had all the precious medicinal herbs.

He turned to Jian Qingqing and said, “I’ll try my best. His body is not bad. He should be able to survive.”

After saying that, he went to the other room to see Shen Ji. Shen Ji’s injuries were not as serious as Lin Zhiqing’s and he had already woken up. Wei Wusheng changed a prescription for him and did not bother about him.

He did not expect Lin Zhiqing’s fever to not go down and it was getting worse. At noon, his fever was still light, but now it felt like it was boiling hot. After soaking the towel in cold water, it warmed up in less than ten minutes.

Because she was worried about him, Jian Qingqing did not plan to go back that night. She asked Xiao Ye go back with Xiao Lang and the others.

The few of them knew that Jian Qingqing had something important to do, so they did not disturb her.

At night, Wei Wusheng had given him all kinds of methods. Acupuncture, massage, soaking in herbal baths, and feeding him fever medicine, but it was still useless. Now, he was talking nonsense.

Jian Qingqing looked at him as if he had fallen into a nightmare. His brows were tightly knitted, and he kept mumbling something.

She leaned forward to listen carefully, and only then did she realize that he was calling for his mother.

Jian Qingqing hesitated for a moment and ran out. She wanted to find Granny Lin.

Fortunately, the house she rented for Granny Lin was in the county town, or else it would have taken a lot of effort to find her now.

When Granny Lin heard that something had happened to Lin Zhiqing, she panicked and hurriedly followed Jian Qingqing to Ming Zhiyan’s mansion.

When she saw Lin Zhiqing lying on the bed, who was still calling out for his mother, Granny Lin instantly broke down. She lay on his bed and cried out in grief, “I’m here, I’m Here! My son! Wake up! I just found you, how can you bear to leave me alone!?”

Jian Qingqing stood at the side and cried silently. She said guiltily, “Granny Lin, I’m sorry. Young Master Lin was injured because he saved me…”

Granny Lin was not in the mood to think about these things. She sat by the bed and looked at Lin Zhiqing without blinking. She held back her tears, afraid that her vision would be blurred.

After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice, “You go out first. I want to be with my son.”

Jian Qingqing nodded silently, went out.