The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 239 Always Talking in Sleep

   "Today, I was caught by a thin wire while pruning the peach tree. I didn't feel anything at first, but I felt pain later." Wen Jiaer told her with great effort.

   "Stop talking, this is a traumatic injury and an internal injury, so you need to take a good rest." An Yan motioned him to lie down and tucked the quilt for him.

   But Wen Jiaer coughed violently again, and he coughed out another mouthful of blood, and even the wound on his neck was ruptured, and the blood flowed into his chest, and then saw him pass out.

   "What's the matter with him, but I can be sure that he is not poisoned." Yan Qingqiu said aside.

   "This is an old disease." An Yan told him, and then asked him, "Why are you here too?"

   "I'll see if anyone needs help. One more person and one more strength." Yan Qingqiu took out a medicine bottle and handed it to An Yan, saying, "No, this can relieve pain."

  An Yan didn't want it and said, "Keep it for yourself, he can't stand the side effects."

   "Hey, it's been improved. It's too much to have two more dreams. It not only has the effect of relieving pain, but also has a repairing effect."

  An Yan thought about it, but still didn't take it.

  Li Rongsen felt that the situation was very bad, he said, "Should we stop the bleeding first?"

   "Can you raise his head slightly, and I'll bandage his wound first." After An Yan finished speaking, she made room and took out all the medicines and dressings in the bag.

   Bai Shichen, who was standing beside him, was also very worried. He said, "What do you need me to do?"

   "Bring some hot water and a clean towel, I'll wipe the blood for him, so that he won't feel uncomfortable." An Yan told him.

   Bai Shichen nodded, and hurriedly went back to his room to get hot water and towels, and also brought a bottle of alcohol.

  An Yan first carefully treated the wound on his neck, then sprinkled the medicinal powder on it, and waited until it completely penetrated before wrapping it with gauze.

  Li Rongsen held Wen Jiaer's head in both hands and didn't dare to move, even his arms were a little sore and numb, but he still supported him.

   Fortunately, An Yan said: "Okay, you can put it down, it's alright."

   Li Rongsen carefully put Wen Jiaer's head on the pillow and asked in a low voice, "How is it now?"

"His throat is inflamed, and there is pus and phlegm in it. It won't work if you go to the hospital to **** it out with a machine. It will hurt his throat. I tried to get rid of him with medicine." An Yan said as she turned to the table Go and prescribe a prescription.

   "I'll go to Myriad Herbs Hall to get medicine." Li Rongsen said.

   "You stay, I'll just go." Yan Qingqiu hurriedly grabbed the job.

   "You can't drive, you stay to take care of it."

  An Yan stopped Li Rongsen when he saw that he was about to rush out, picked up an oil-paper umbrella leaning against the wall, and said, "It's raining again, just hold on, don't catch a cold."

  Li Rongsen's mouth was slightly raised, and after taking it, he rushed into the rain.

   On the other hand, An Yan was sitting beside Wen Jiaer's bed watching him, and suddenly went to look for Yan Qingqiu, found him standing at the window, got up and went over to him, saying, "Give me the medicine."

   "Don't you look down on me."

   "Give it to me, you're still mad at me for this." An Yan spread her hands and asked him for it.

Yan Qingqiu took it out and put it in the palm of her hand, and said, "I feel that his illness is very unusual, and he seems to be entangled in a lot of obsessions. Those fortune-tellers in the East Mansion know that there is nothing to let go of this. Not reconciled, I remember the obsession that I have been hanging on for generations."

   "I know." An Yan nodded.

   "This is the real cause. Except for himself, outsiders are only limited." Yan Qingqiu told her seriously.

  An Yan didn't say anything to him, just poured out a medicine, threw it into a small bowl to dissolve, and then fed it into his mouth by spoonfuls, and wiped the medicine oozing out of the corner of his mouth from time to time.

  Yan Qingqiu approached to take a look, and he found that An Yan treated him patiently.

  Bai Shichen walked in with some snacks and said, "I just made something, you guys eat some, it's almost dawn."

  An Yan looked at her watch, it was already seven o'clock, she said, "Go and do your thing, just have me here."

   "Okay, don't worry if you are here, I'll go to the field first." Bai Shichen nodded and said, "My door is open over there, you can go and rest at any time."

  An Yan nodded, and she said to Yan Qingqiu, "You go to the front and sleep for a while, there's nothing else to do here."

   "No, I'll watch with you."

   "Go, I see you've been yawning all the time, and you'll lose your energy when you really want your help." An Yan motioned him to go quickly.

  Yan Qingqiu felt that this was also true, so he went forward.

   But he came back after a while, and came over with a chair, put him beside the bed, and said to An Yan, "Come on, sit here, this bamboo chair is wide and comfortable."

  An Yan nodded and said, "Okay, go to bed soon."

  Yan Qingqiu just left.

  The rain outside the window still hasn't stopped, and it fell more and more neatly.

   Wen Jiaer's breathing was a little calmer at the moment, and his eyebrows were no longer wrinkled. It should be that Yan Qingqiu's painkiller had played a role, which made An Yan a little relieved. She went to see his wound again, and there was no bleeding.

   After a while, he began to talk nonsense, and heard him say: "God emperor, I have to take your dog's life today."

   An Yan was taken aback.

He added, "Ah Yan, I won't see you in this life, and in the next life." After that, he sat up, waving his hands around, as if trying to grab something, and said, "It's good to be safe, I don't dare to have it. other luxuries."

   "Jal." An Yan was not sure if he was conscious, so he stopped his hand from moving.

   But Wen Jiaer grabbed her hand tightly and said, "Ah Yan, I'm going to die, but you have to live well."

  An Yan took a deep breath, and saw that he fell straight down again, without any movement, but he began to sweat, almost soaking his clothes.

   She unbuttoned his shirt first, then wringed the towel dry with hot water to help him wipe off the sweat, with gentle and careful movements. He didn't realize that Li Rongsen came back with the medicine. He not only brought back a lot of herbs, but also brought her medicine tripod and medicine stove.

   He stood at the door and didn't go in immediately. It was the first time he saw An Yan treat a man so gently, for fear of waking him up or hurting him.

  Why didn't she let Yan Qingqiu do these things, Wen Jiaer was a man after all.

  An Yan felt the gaze, turned her head to see it, and realized that Li Rongsen was back. She quickly put down the cotton pad and took over his belongings, saying, "Why did you bring so much here?"

   "It's easier to avoid going back and forth again and again." Li Rongsen first handed her the tripod in his hand and said, "This, you should be able to use it."

   "Thank you for thinking of it." An Yan chuckled and put the medicine tripod on the table first.

  Li Rongsen went to wash his hands first, then went to see Wang Jiaer, found that he was sweating all the time, and said, "I'll just wipe him off, you can rest."

   "I'll make medicine for him." An Yan said as she began to pack the herbs.

   "Where is Yan Qingqiu, why isn't he here?" Li Rongsen asked.

   "I asked him to go to the front and sleep for a while. He kept hitting Hal and looked like he was not in a good mood." An Yan answered him, looked out the window and said, "It's raining all the time, and I always think it's night."

  Li Rongsen lowered his eyes to look at Wen Jiaer, and saw that he suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "If I can't come back, you will live your own life, even if you forget me."

  What kind of strange words are these words, which made Li Rongsen confused, turned to look at An Yan, and asked, "What's wrong with him, is he talking in his sleep?"

   (end of this chapter)