An Ye responded.
The three of them found shelter in an abandoned mountain temple.
That night, Bei Yutang developed a high fever and became disoriented.
Hearing the noise, An Ye walked over to Bei Yutang. Seeing the unusual redness on her face, his brow furrowed.
He glanced at the drowsy Xiao Zimo, then at the unconscious Bei Yutang.
Those people had already found him and would soon catch up. His mind told him that the best thing to do now was to leave. If he continued to follow them, they would become a burden.
His mind told him so, but his body couldn’t move.
An Ye stared at the two of them dimly, then turned, and left the mountain temple.
As he left, Xiao Zimo heard the noise and woke up. He opened his eyes and saw that someone was missing from the temple.
Xiao Zimo’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, but his attention was quickly drawn to Bei Yutang’s abnormal flush.
He reached out and felt a scorching heat. His expression panicked, and he kept calling out, “Mother, Mother.”
Xiao Zimo called for a long time, but Bei Yutang didn’t wake up. His dark, bright eyes were filled with worry and fear.
“Mother, Mother.”
Xiao Zimo was so frightened that he was at a loss for what to do.
Suddenly, a deafening roar of thunder echoed from the horizon. The rumbling sound seemed to strike his heart, instantly calming Xiao Zimo from his panic.
He recalled his mother’s teachings: stay calm, stay calm.
He forced himself to calm down.
After taking two deep breaths, Xiao Zimo finally calmed down.
He remembered that there was some medicine in the package. He immediately searched for it, found the medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and fed it to Bei Yutang.
This wouldn’t completely reduce the fever, so he remembered the method his mother had taught him to use to reduce fever.
He found a piece of cotton cloth, walked outside the temple, let the rain soak it, and then placed it on Bei Yutang’s forehead. Xiao Zimo stayed by her side, re-wetting the cotton cloth from time to time.
Half an hour later, seeing that his mother’s temperature hadn’t dropped at all, Xiao Zimo’s face was filled with worry.
What should he do?
His mother’s temperature hadn’t dropped yet.
Xiao Zimo was a little anxious. He held Yutang’s hand, his eyes slightly red, and his low voice echoed in the quiet mountain temple, “Mom, please don’t be in trouble.”
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the temple.
He raised his head and looked at the door, and then he saw a long figure appear in front of him. His whole body was wet, his face was slightly cold, and he was holding two plants with small flowers in his hands.
When Xiao Zimo looked at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He thought that he had left.
An Ye walked forward and handed the two herbs to Xiao Zimo, “Crush them and feed them to her.”
Xiao Zimo recognized the herb at a glance and knew that it was a good thing.
His mother had mentioned it to him before, but this herb was too rare, and since it grew on the cliffs, it was difficult to pick, so it was extremely rare on the market.
He had never expected that he would go out to look for herbs for his mother.
When he left, Xiao Zimo was angry. Now, when he saw him again, his anger toward him was swept away.
Xiao Zimo did not dare to delay and immediately crushed the two herbs for his mother to take.
An Ye had been watching from the side and did not help, and Xiao Zimo did not ask for help from him.
After Xiao Zimo took care of Bei Yutang, An Ye said, “Go to bed.”
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