Chapter 2487

Mo Jinlan raised his hand and wiped her forehead, and saw that her black hair was hanging down like ink, scattered on the snow-white blouse, her already fair face became paler, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the brows were weak and haggard, with water shining The dots of dark pupils are like the shining stars at night, which makes me feel pity even more.

Mo Jinlan withdrew her hand: "I seem to have a fever, I'll go get you some medicine."

She put a pillow behind Mo Lingwei: "Lie down first, and then rest for a while."

Mo Lingwei lay on the pillow behind her, her head felt more and more heavy, everything in front of her eyes seemed to be shaking in a whirl, and she felt nausea in her stomach.

Mo Lingwei simply closed her eyes.

When Feng Shaojin rushed over, he saw Mo Lingwei, who had taken the medicine, half-lying on the pillow and fell asleep again.

The doctors in the camp were not very skilled in medicine, so Feng Shaojin hurriedly ordered someone to go to the mansion to invite Feng Yichen to come over.

Feng Yichen was still immersed in the grief of his mother's death. Although Mrs. Feng was not his biological mother, he really had no memory of his biological mother. As long as he could remember, Mrs. Feng had been taking care of him carefully and thoughtfully.

Compared with the biological mother-child relationship, this emotion has more gratitude.

If he had thought carefully at the beginning and brought enough medicine, or had been careful and let the guards follow them, he might have sent them to Western Country by now, and would have escaped the danger of Yuncheng long ago.

It wouldn't have ended up like this.

Feng Yichen was dragged and dragged into the carriage by the guards sent by Feng Shaojin, and sent to the camp in a hurry.

Feng Yichen numbly leaned against the wall of the car, and asked the guard driving the car: "What symptoms?"

"Fever, and vomiting." The guard couldn't tell, "I don't know the rest of the symptoms. During this period of time, the young lady has been busy treating the wounded in the camp, and it may be due to overwork."

Feng Yichen rubbed his chin: "Throw up?"

After counting, it has been almost two months since they got married. Although Mo Lingwei's palace is cold and it is extremely difficult to conceive, it does not mean that she cannot conceive at all, but the probability of pregnancy is very small.

If God opens his eyes and she is really pregnant, it will be considered a great joy for the Feng family.

Feng Yichen quickly cheered up, twisted up the medical bag, "The carriage is too slow, I'll ride over."

He jumped out of the carriage, divided a horse, and hurried to the camp, leaving the guards driving the carriage far behind.

After arriving at the camp, Feng Yichen broke into the bedroom directly.

Feng Shaojin was dealing with internal affairs. Seeing Feng Yichen coming, he put down the document in his hand: "She seems to have a fever, and she has been given fever-reducing pills just now."

Feng Yichen strode to the edge of the bed: "I heard that he vomited, so it can't be from embarrassment?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin came to his senses, his face suddenly turned ugly.

Feng Yichen said again: "On the way here, I calculated the time. It's been more than a month before you got married. If sister-in-law is pregnant..."

"Impossible." Feng Shaojin turned dark, interrupted Feng Yichen's words in a deep voice, took Mo Lingwei's arm out of the quilt, and spread it in his palm, "Quickly feel her pulse."

Feng Yichen rested his fingertips on Mo Lingwei's pulse, and after a while, he withdrew his hand in disappointment.

"How is it?" Feng Shaojin asked, "What happened to her?"

"Already weak and overworked, she caught a cold and caught a cold." Feng Yichen picked up a pen and wrote the prescription: "I'll prescribe some medicine for her to take care of for a while, and her body will gradually recover."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the bed full of unbearable: all the women in Yuncheng wanted to be the young marshal's wife of the Feng family, but only Mo Lingwei could endure the rough and rough life in the camp.

To be able to tire myself out like this.

Feng Yichen looked at the person lying quietly, feeling a little ashamed.