Gu Zhao boiled the water, took out the pills, and prepared them for Qin Xinglie to take.

But they found that Qin Xinglie was already lying on the coir raincoat, his face flushed, his eyes closed, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

Pressing your palm on his forehead, you can feel the heat in your palm.

Gu Zhao finally felt a little anxious.

Even a master like Qin Xinglie is just a mortal body and will still get sick. Even if such a master gets sick, his condition may be more serious than that of ordinary people.

Moreover, Gu Zhao knew that there were always several toxins in Qin Xinglie's body. It was precisely because these toxins formed a delicate balance by chance that they did not explode.

When Qin Xinglie was angry before, his red eyes were enough to prove that after all these years, he still had not found a way to remove several toxins from his body at the same time.

If this cold wind breaks the balance of toxins in his body, maybe Qin Xinglie will die here!

If Qin Xinglie died, the consequences would be disastrous.

Bei'an is now in a state of chaos under the new emperor. It is because of Qin Xinglie's special status that he can safely guard Northern Xinjiang.

If something happens to Qin Xinglie, Donghao's arrogance that was just suppressed will immediately swell again, and the tragedies of his previous life may happen again.

Gu Zhao felt the disorder of Qin Xinglie's pulse under his fingers, and what came to his mind were the tragic scenes he had seen in his previous life.

We must not let anything happen to Qin Xinglie!

Gu Zhao sat down with a sullen face, held Qin Xinglie's waist, carefully avoiding his injured ribs, and helped him sit up, leaning on his chest.

Next, Gu Zhao took out a pill from the interlayer of his belt and wanted to give it to Qin Xinglie.

But Qin Xinglie's lips were tightly closed, and the pill the size of his fingertip couldn't fit into his mouth at all.

Gu Zhao stretched out his fingers and pinched Qin Xinglie's cheek, probably with a bit of force. Qin Xinglie slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were a little dazed.

He tried hard to open his mouth and wanted to say something. Gu Zhao raised the pill and said, "Here, take the medicine."

Qin Xinglie slowly shook his head, with a gloomy look on his face, and his eyelids drooped again.

Gu Zhao suppressed the impatience in his heart and said in the gentlest voice, "Be obedient and take the medicine. You will be fine soon."

Qin Xinglie's action of opening his eyes looked very laborious.

As he raised his eyelids, those dark eyes appeared completely in front of Gu Zhao's eyes, reflecting Gu Zhao's face.

Qin Xinglie murmured, "Is it Ah Zhao? Why doesn't it look like him?"

He raised his hand and touched Gu Zhao's face, "Why did Ah Zhao change his appearance?"

Gu Zhao remembered that he still looked like He Zhao, but now it was more important to take medicine to reduce the fever, rather than discussing this.

She endured the anxiety in her heart and lowered her voice and said, "Yuan Fu, please be obedient, okay? You are sick and you need to take medicine to get better quickly."

Qin Xinglie tilted his head to one side and whispered, "You can't take medicine."

Gu Zhao secretly gritted his teeth and decided that if he continued to refuse to cooperate, he would use force to force the medicine into him. "Why can't you take it?"

"The imperial doctor said, don't take medicine randomly." Qin Xinglie's eyes slowly closed, and his voice became softer and softer, "You will die."

"What will happen to Azhao if I die?"

This last sentence was quieter than the sound of a mosquito. If it weren't for Gu Zhao's good hearing, he would never have been able to hear what he said.

What Gu Zhao paid attention to was not this sentence, but the previous sentence, don't take medicine randomly, you will die...

Can’t you even take cold medicine?

Even eating it may cause changes in toxins in the body, and the consequences are uncontrollable?

Gu Zhao squeezed the pill in his hand.

But with such a high fever, if you don’t take medicine, you will probably burn out, right?

Gu Zhao, who had always been decisive, suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

Qin Xinglie, who was leaning on her chest, fell asleep again. The heat between his breaths made Gu Zhao anxious and frightened.

In the end, Gu Zhao took the pills back.

She didn't dare to take the risk of giving Qin Xinglie medicine, so she could only use some non-dangerous methods to cool down Qin Xinglie's temperature.

Gu Zhao used a stone bowl to fill some clean snow from outside the cave, tore a piece of soft cloth, wetted it and cooled it, and then gently wiped Qin Xinglie's forehead, neck, and armpits.

Qin Xinglie looked in great pain. He wanted to turn over, but he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He probably twisted the injured area.

Gu Zhao helplessly held his upper body in his arms to prevent him from hurting himself again unknowingly.

Being held in Gu Zhao's arms, Qin Xinglie became much quieter.

He pressed his hot forehead against Gu Zhao's neck and let out a long, pleasant breath.

Fortunately, Gu Zhao had just slept and was in good spirits. He didn't feel tired even while holding Qin Xinglie.

But Qin Xinglie's high fever refused to subside, and she never felt at ease, so she could only keep wiping Qin Xinglie to cool him down.

After more than an hour, the heat on Qin Xinglie's body finally subsided, and he finally opened his eyes.

"A Zhao." Qin Xinglie's eyes were a little distracted, as if he was trying hard to look at the people around him, "Is it A Zhao?"

Gu Zhao looked at his chapped lips, mixed the hot water that had been burning beside him into warm water, and fed it to him with a stone spoon.
Chapter completed!