"Young Master——!" The boy in green shuddered, dropped the firewood in his hand and ran to the man in white. His face was anxious but at a loss. He could only keep patting the man in white on the back.
"Seventh brother, what do you think?" The man in black finally showed signs of disintegration on his iceberg face, and asked with a worried expression. His voice was nice, but a little cold.
"Third brother, don't worry, cough, cough...it's just a little cold...cough...it'll be fine..." the man in white said intermittently.
When the man in black heard this, he pursed his lips tightly. After a while, he spoke again: "As soon as daybreak comes, we'll be on our way!"
The man in white reluctantly returned the smile to the man in black, and said softly: "Ahem...Okay, listen to the third brother...ahem..."
"Sir, would you like some water?" The young man in green asked while patting the man in white on the back.
"Okay..." The man in white nodded.
The boy quickly took the water bag, pulled out the stopper, and brought it to the mouth of the man in white. After taking two sips, the man in white leaned there and gasped.
Zhuo Ye on the side secretly raised his eyebrows, "Wind-cold? Is it a cold?" He never thought that such a good-looking man could be so weak. A cold could torture him like this. Sure enough, a good skin is not as important as a good body!
Zhuo Ye did have a box of Contech in her travel bag. She hesitated for a moment, but gave up the idea of taking it out. First: she and they were strangers to each other. They might not believe her, and they might think she was going to harm them.
Second: These ancient people must have never seen modern Western medicine. If asked, she would not be able to explain it. Third: A box of Contac only has ten capsules. In this backward era, how precious it is! Give it to
She was really reluctant to eat it with a stranger.
Zhuo Ye held her travel bag in her arms and closed her eyes. However, in such a poor environment, with several strange men sitting across from her, she couldn't sleep. She just closed her eyes and rested her mind.
"Cough, cough cough..."
Another series of rapid coughs sounded, and Zhuo Ye opened his eyes helplessly. Looking at the sickly handsome man who was covering his mouth and trying to suppress the cough, he couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in his heart.
"Sir..." The boy's tone already contained a cry.
The man in black said nothing, but pursed his lips tighter.
"Ahem... I'm fine..." The man in white waved his hands at the two of them, and then said warmly to Zhuo Ye: "I'm sorry, girl, cough... I disturbed your rest..."
Zhuo Ye just wore a man's robe. She hadn't had time to deliberately disguise herself as a man. Her hair tied into a ponytail was somewhat similar to ancient men's hair, and her face was blackened, so ordinary people might not be able to easily identify her.
Her gender, but to a discerning person, her true gender can still be seen.
She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that this sickly handsome man was talking to her. She twitched the corners of her mouth and replied stiffly: "It's okay."
Zhuo Ye noticed that the man in white's lips were trembling slightly, and the sickly redness on his face became even more intense. He couldn't help but was shocked. He had a fever! It seemed that the fever was quite severe, and he was coughing so hard that it was easy to get a fever.
Pneumonia!
"Is what you have...really cold?" Zhuo Ye hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but say.
As soon as Zhuo Ye finished speaking, the eyes of the other three people in the temple fell on her. There was something unknown in the eyes of the man in white, and the man in black had a frighteningly cold look. Even the boy had a serious look on his face.