Before Qing Qianxue could speak, the girl on the bed seemed to have passed the first stage of her fever. No longer feeling cold, she suddenly poked her head out from beneath the covers and kicked the quilt aside.
Her eyes remained closed. She flung out a hand and muttered something remarkably fitting for the occasion: "Damn you!"
Ye Tianque's eyes widened. He glanced at the girl who had suddenly emerged, then pointed at Jiang Yourning and looked at Qing Qianxue.
"Sh-she... did she just curse you or me?"
"Obviously-you."
Qing Qianxue rose and drew the bed curtains, leaving himself and Ye Tianque outside them.
Ye Tianque immediately grabbed his medicine chest and stood up in a huff.
"Hmph! What an insolent little girl, thinking she can lord it over me! If I ever treat her again in this lifetime...
"I... I'll be a dog!"
"Noted."
Qing Qianxue spoke calmly, showing no intention of asking Ye Tianque to stay as he watched him leave.
Once he was gone, Qing Qianxue turned back, propped her up, pinched her jaw open, and began putting medicine into her mouth and pouring water down after it.
Fortunately, all Jiang Yourning's running around, coupled with her fever, had left her dehydrated.
The moment the water touched her lips, she instinctively began gulping it down. It could hardly have gone more smoothly.
The medicine had been administered, and her family had been notified.
Qing Qianxue left her alone.
He rose, instructed Qian Yan to hand the rest of Jiang Yourning's medicine to Qian Miao, then turned and walked back toward his own bedchamber.
With his mind clear, he went straight to the bathing pool, undressed, and began using a medicinal bath to suppress the cold poison.
Cold seeped out little by little. As pain surged through