Xia Jinmian fell asleep comfortably under Ye Mohan's kiss.
When he woke up again, Ye Mohan had already cooked the soup.
When Ning Sheng arrived, he immediately withdrew.
Since yesterday, Xia Jinmian has become a giant baby, held in Ye Mohan's arms all the time.
Ye Mohan also feeds the meal with his own hands.
Xia Jinmian began to lose the ability to take care of herself.
She was indeed very lethargic. After the blood was drawn on the sixth day, she fell asleep in Ye Mohan's arms.
Seeing that she was too tired to open her eyes, Ye Mohan took a sip of the tonic soup by himself, and kissed her to feed it.
This is how Xia Jinmian can drink a few sips of tonic soup.
She was so exhausted that she couldn't even eat meat, so Ye Mohan had to cut her into minced meat and feed it to her spoonful by spoonful. Xia Jinmian just had to swallow it.
Even going to the toilet, Ye Mohan was helping her.
She has never been taken care of so meticulously since she was a child.
Xia Jinmian was rarely shy, but her cheeks were pale.
Even so, Ye Mohan could still see her shyness every time.
He didn't point it out, but kissed her cheek.
"Feeling better?" Ye Mohan asked, with a gentle voice as if coaxing his daughter.
Xia Jinmian softly said "um", although her heart almost lost the energy to beat, it was unbelievably warm.
Ye Mohan said, "Then have some tonic soup."
Xia Jinmian still gave a soft "hmm".
Ye Mohan fed her with a spoon, but she didn't bother to open her mouth.
Ye Mohan took a sip by himself and fed her mouth to mouth bit by bit.
On the last day, no less than 200ml of blood is still required.
Xia Jinmian breathed a sigh of relief, and told Ye Mohan to be optimistic about the boiler, so he fell asleep in his arms.
Ouhuang Shichun was waiting outside, this week, only Ye Mohan and Shi Ning came in and out, Xia Jinmian never came out.
The seven days had come, and they were all worried that Xia Jinmian would get hurt.
No, when it was evening, Xia Jinmian was carried out by Ye Mohan.
Her face was as pale as paper, and she was extremely weak.
Both Ou Huang and Shi Chun's hearts tightened, they hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"
Ye Mohan's face was not very good-looking, so he took Xia Jinmian to the bedroom first, put her away, and then truthfully told the process of Xia Jinmian's concoction of blood coagulation in the past few days.
After Ou Huang heard the words, his face was gloomy and shocked.
Shi Chun's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe it.
"How could Mianmian use her own blood to concoct..."
She sat on the side of the bed, holding Xia Jinmian's limp little hand, feeling extremely distressed.
Ouhuang's complexion was complicated, and he was very annoyed. He knew that Mianmian would be so weak, and the medical sage...doesn't matter!
Ye Mohan withdrew and made soup that nourished qi and nourished blood.
These days, he took advantage of Xia Jinmian's rest time to make tonic soup for her.
He walked into the bedroom with the soup in hand. Ou Huang and Shi Chun were still sitting beside Xia Jinmian's bed, looking very worried.
"Let me do it!"
Seeing that Ye Mohan brought the soup, Ou Huang reached out to pick it up, and he was going to feed it himself.
Ye Mohan hesitated to speak, but finally stood beside him without saying anything.
Ou Huang lifted Xia Jinmian's body with one hand and leaned against him.
Xia Jinmian is still drowsy at the moment, but if she doesn't eat something, she will only get weaker.
Shi Chun helped Ouhuang carry the soup. Ouhuang picked up a spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of the soup, put it in his mouth and blew it. When the temperature was right, he fed it to Xia Jinmian.
However, Xia Jinmian was used to being fed by Ye Mohan in a special way in the past few days. She couldn't swallow the soup that was fed into her mouth with a spoon, and she was a little bit repelled.
The tonic soup trickled down the corners of her pale lips.
Ou Huang fed three spoonfuls in a row, but none of them could be fed into Xia Jinmian's mouth.
He frowned, very worried, "What should I do? Mianmian can't eat it!"