He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Chapter 179 The General is a Love-Obsessed Man 2

His exceptional hearing allowed him to hear approaching footsteps just as he was about to lose control of his emotions. He took a deep breath and suppressed all his feelings at once.

At this point, only one person could come over.

Meaning.

He remembered that when he found her, she was already dead.

He was surprised by her decisiveness, somewhat admired her, but also thought she was a bit silly and too rigid.

As long as we can survive, what do those things matter?

But he only thought about it for a moment, had her body disposed of, and then forgot about it.

He was already shocked to be reborn, but now he had to see people who had already died. His feelings were hard to describe.

The door wasn't locked, so Qu Yi knocked on it a few times.

The person lying inside raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing the knock.

She even knows how to knock on doors.

How come it seems like I've never had this in my memory?

No one answered, so Qu Yi guessed that they were still resting and pushed the door open to enter.

She walked quietly to the bedside, her gaze sweeping over his face.

After a while, she bent down and touched his forehead with the back of her hand.

Abnormal temperature.

Just as I was about to withdraw my hand, the person who had been keeping their eyes closed opened them.

The two looked at each other.

Qu Yi paused briefly, then calmly withdrew her hand: "You have a fever."

Zhao Yang suppressed his suspicions and vigilance, keeping his eyes lowered.

In her memory, Zhao Yang was a man of few words. Qu Yi didn't think much of it, left with a curt "Wait," and turned to leave.

Half an hour later, Qu Yi still hadn't returned. Zhao Yang was getting hungry, so he limped out to find something to eat. He remembered where he hid his food and thought there should be a few cold steamed buns there.

Just as they reached the door, Qu Yi appeared, followed by a middle-aged man carrying a brown wooden box.

The man had a small mustache. Zhao Yang had seen him before; he was the village doctor, living at the entrance of the village. The Qu family's courtyard was large and located at the northernmost part of the village, not close to the doctor's house.

Go back to bed.

Qu Yi frowned.

Zhao Yang was used to showing weakness, and now that there were outsiders present, he obediently returned to bed.

The doctor looked around the room, then at Qu Yi, who was dressed in pink and looked like a fairy. He sighed inwardly, but also felt a little puzzled.

Looking at this room, the rumors that Qu Yi dislikes Zhao Yang are probably true, but why is she still looking for a doctor to treat Zhao Yang?

Are you worried that if Zhao Yang dies, no one will take care of him?

Lying in bed, with the doctor's warm fingers on his wrist, Zhao Yang showed no outward expression, but his heart was pounding with shock.

He concealed the deep doubt in his eyes.

"His injury wasn't treated properly, and it caused a fever. Let me treat his wound, you..."

The doctor glanced at Qu Yi and gestured for her to leave.

Qu Yi frowned slightly, her beautiful brows furrowed, as she looked at Zhao Yang's legs: "Do you need help?"

Doctor: "Cough cough cough—"

Qu Yi looked at him with a puzzled expression, meeting the doctor's extremely complicated gaze. He said, "You are an unmarried woman... it's not appropriate."

When the doctor came out of the room, Qu Yi looked over and told him about Zhao Yang's condition.

It will get better; if it's taken good care of, it won't be lame.

Before leaving, the doctor took one last, deep look at the Qu family's courtyard.

Sigh, should I take good care of it?

That's so difficult.

Zhao Yang's leg is probably going to be crippled.

When Zhao Yang woke up, a bitter and unpleasant smell lingered around his nose. Turning his head, he saw a bowl of dark medicine next to the bed, which was the source of the unpleasant smell.

"Take your medicine when you wake up." The girl's voice was pleasant, but there was an indescribable coldness about it.

Zhao Yang propped himself up without saying a word.

Medicine? More like poison.

"Don't drink?"

"Drink." Zhao Yang drank it down in one gulp. The medicine was only lukewarm, so it must have been sitting for a while.

Qu Yi took the empty bowl and left the poorly lit room.

Zhao Yang closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, and secretly plotted how he would kill her later.

But after half a day, there was still no reaction.

He opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered.

Not poison?

Or is it a chronic poison?