Chapter 2301

Feng Shaojin turned sideways, and said to Gu Wei who was standing at the door, "Hurry back to the Governor's Mansion and pick up Yichen."

Gu Wei was also worried about Feng Shaojin's body, but upon hearing that, he turned around and went downstairs.

Standing beside Mo Lingwei, Feng Shaojin felt that his eyes were turning black, and the breath he exhaled seemed to be burning with heat.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, hugged her from behind, and said softly: "Don't worry, Yichen will be here soon, Xiu'er will be fine."

The faint and bitter medicinal scent from the woman rushed straight into his nostrils, Feng Shaojin braced himself, and felt that the discomfort in his body seemed to have subsided a bit.

His hand slid down her arm, held her hand, touched the wound in her palm with his fingertips, was startled, turned her palm over, and there was a long wound on it, across the entire palm .

The flesh had turned outwards, and the wound seemed to have been smeared with ointment. It was treated briefly, but the area around the wound was already red and swollen.

Feng Shaojin's head hurt badly, and he seemed to remember that she was also injured.

He found the medicine box, half-kneeled in front of her, and carefully bandaged her wound. Mo Lingwei let him toss around like a puppet, without even saying a word, as if that hand was not his own at all.

Feng Shaojin raised his eyes to look at her, stroked her cheek with his fingertips, brushed the messy strands of hair behind her ears, and asked warmly, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Lingwei's eyes were empty and lifeless, staring at the extremely disturbed Xiu'er for a moment, not even bothering to give him the slightest glare from the corner of her eyes.

Feng Shaojin wanted to explain something, but seeing her like this, it seemed that she was not willing to listen at all, and she didn't know where to bring it up.

He could only comfort her in a low voice over and over again: "Don't worry too much, Xiu'er has always been in good health, and nothing will happen."

When Feng Yichen came over, it was just like this. The man who was so sick and groggy that he couldn't even stand upright knelt on one knee in front of Mo Lingwei, holding her gauze-wrapped hand, speaking softly talking to her.

Mo Lingwei didn't respond at all, treating Feng Shaojin like air.

A cluster of small flames ignited in Feng Yichen's heart for no reason, adding a bit of anger: Feng Shaojin and Mo Jinlan, in order to keep their innocence, one came here before the high fever subsided, and the other was still unconscious. Isn't it all to prevent you from being misunderstood?

Why do you don't even want to look at him, just pretending that he doesn't exist at all?

Why?

Could it be that Feng Shaojin cares about you?

Seeing that the aura around Feng Yichen's body had changed, Gu Wei quickly noticed the strangeness, and said in a low voice: "The young master was greatly stimulated, and his fever seems to be worse than that of the young commander."

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen quickly walked into the bedroom, twisted Feng Shaojin up, pushed him to a chair and sat down: "Your high fever has not subsided, take care of yourself first."

Feng Shaojin fell down on the chair, only feeling that there were stars in front of his eyes, and he felt dizzy one after another. He was so dizzy that he didn't even have the strength to stand up again.

Feng Yichen cast a sidelong glance at Mo Lingwei, who had a dull expression, and raised his hand to touch Xiu'er's forehead. He was also shocked. He pulled off the thin quilt covering the child, untied the child's clothes, and looked at the burning Xiu'er, who was flushed all over, shrank her pupils suddenly.

how so?

No wonder Mo Lingwei turned into this picture of a walking corpse. If the child continues to burn, over time, even if he survives by chance, his brain will be burnt out and he will become a fool...