She looked down indifferently at the boy with a red face and lips from the heat, her lips slightly parted, and said seriously: "Wen Cong said the dicine needs to be drunk hot to be effective."
Su Jing gave an ’oh’ and naively believed it, then reached out to pinch Baili An’s nose and chin, gesturing with her eyes for her to continue pouring.
Thus, with the help of these two inexperienced caretakers, Baili An once again fainted from coughing.
Just stepping into the room, the dicine Immortal, Wen Cong, saw this scene and his eyelid twitched.
The frightened old man quickly put down the dicine basket and iron hoe from his back, ran over to lift Baili An from between the two, and placed him on the bed.
"I was wondering how it could be that the injuries, which were supposed to be healed enough to get out of bed in five days, still made him unconscious on the tenth day? It seems you two are exhausting him to death with your caretaking," Wen Cong complained while checking Baili An’s pulse.
After checking his pulse for a mont, his face darkened, and then Su Jing said: "He woke up once just now, was very agitated, and couldn’t be stopped from getting out of bed."
Wen Cong looked at his daughter with a difficult expression and said speechlessly:
"Daughter, I told you to make the dicine for this kid in the morning, there’s an herb called Sangyang in it, how much did you put in?"
Wen Hanwei frowned: "I followed your instructions and put two spoonfuls."
Wen Cong gritted his teeth: "How big were the spoons?"
Wen Hanwei replied: "Your drinking spoon."
Wen Cong slapped his forehead and said frantically: "How could you compare? I ant the tiny spoon used for asuring dicine, two spoonfuls at most. My liquor spoon is bigger than your face!
Those two spoonfuls you gave, the dosage is enough to make soone excited to the point of stupidity! This kid only losing clarity of mind is already considered good!"
Wen Hanwei, being scolded, appeared sowhat displeased, replied earnestly with a cool face: "My face isn’t big at all."
Wen Cong, having always been indulgent towards his daughter, waved his hand helplessly, saying: "Alright, alright... letting you brew the dicine is my fault, from now on I’ll personally do it, you go fetch a tub of cold water and add so ice there."
Wen Hanwei, naturally silent and preferring not to speak or engage with others, was the sa with her father, neither asking what the cold water was for, just gave a brief glance at the unconscious Baili An lying on the bed, then turned to leave.
Su Jing straightforwardly asked: "What do you need cold water for?"
Without looking up, Wen Cong, preparing the dicine pack to apply acupuncture to Baili An, answered:
"This kid took too much Sangyang grass, the fire energy is too strong within his body, it could easily harm his mind if it remains trapped inside, need to use ice water to expel the excess dicine’s properties."
Su Jing made an ’oh’ sound, then squatted at the edge of Baili An’s bed, hugging her knees and staring blankly into space.
Wen Cong didn’t mind the Sect Master’s daughter, in his mory, this Su Jing had always had this strange temperant.
For her to say a few words to him today was an exceptionally rare occasion.
Soon, the cold water was ready.
Baili An also awakened from his slumber, opening his eyes to see an old man with gray and white beard smiling at him: "Kid, you’re awake, how do you feel?"
Unlike the first ti, Baili An only felt his Sea of Consciousness was in turmoil, extrely fatigued.
His consciousness was like mud mixed with water, only able to gather thoughts with great difficulty.
He wearily half-opened his heavy eyelids, murmuring: "Qiankun Bag... my Qiankun Bag."
Wen Hanwei glanced at him, silently turned around, fetched a black Qiankun Bag embroidered with a Vermilion Bird pattern from the wardrobe, handed it to Baili An, and coldly said: "Here you go."
Baili An gratefully held the Qiankun Bag, looking at Wen Hanwei, said: "Thank you."
Wen Cong patted his cheek: "Hey? Hey? Kid, answer my question first, how do you feel now?"
Holding the Qiankun Bag, a bit of peace returned to Baili An’s heart, he said: "Hm... I’m very tired, very thirsty, it feels like there’s a fire burning in my belly, the burn makes my head hurt..."
Wen Cong looked at his daughter wistfully, this kid is the direct descendant of the Xijian Sect’s Sword Master, and he hadn’t killed anyone in thousands of years of practice.
If it were to be his first ti and he killed the Sword Master’s son, he’d lose face completely.
He quickly helped Baili An up, unfastening his clothes: "Quick, quick, quick, take off your clothes and get into the cold water, I’ll prepare so neutralizing herbs to drive out the dicinal properties of the Sangyang Grass... hey? Why are you pushing my hand away?"
Wen Cong looked at this boy who was not cooperating at all, a bit annoyed.
Baili An tugged at his half-open shirt, raising his head to look at Wen Hanwei, who was watching indifferently, and said with a wry smile: "n and won should not touch hands when giving or receiving things. I kindly ask the young lady to give us so privacy."
Wen Hanwei glanced at Su Jing, asking calmly: "You’re not leaving?"
Su Jing opened his eyes slightly, puzzled: "What?"
"Nothing." Wen Hanwei said no more, turned, and left, rembering to close the door.
Wen Cong chuckled: "You boy are just full of nonsense, my daughter is two hundred years old, she could be your grandmother and she sees you as no different from a baby in swaddling clothes."
Baili An’s mouth twitched. Looking at the girl who appeared no older than twenty, realizing she was actually two hundred, she must at least have reached the cultivation level of Sea Expansion Realm.
Truly worthy of the talent-studded Taixuan Sect.
With Wen Cong’s help, Baili An removed all his clothes, his chest and arms were bandaged.
He did not know what material the bandages were made from, but they were magical, as when he sat in the water, they remained completely dry, the wounds perfectly avoiding the cold water.
Perhaps because the dicinal properties of the Sangyang Grass in his body were too strong, sitting in the cold water tub, with ice blocks beneath him, he did not feel a trace of coldness, but the splitting headache seed to lessen a bit.
dicine Immortal Wen Cong continued behind him, slowly using silver needles to poke his head, a few needles in and Baili An could only speak without moving.
"Boy, you’re quite heavily injured, yet you dared to take that Hundred Netherworld Pill, I heard from Sect Master Su that you killed the Demon Sect’s people under the sword, truly awe-inspiring for the young."
Wen Cong chatted pleasantly, although this boy’s strength and cultivation were lacking, his courage was indeed comndable.
And the injuries on his chest and arms, Su Guanhai would naturally not say they were caused by his father, so Wen Cong assud it was the work of the Demon Sect remnants.
Baili An chuckled bitterly a few tis: "Thank you, senior, for the treatnt, may I ask who you are? What should I call you? And where is this place?"
Wen Cong lightly coughed, puffed out his chest, and put away the silver needle dicine pack, saying:
"I am Wen Cong, this is the secluded garden of the Taixuan Sect’s back mountain, and Sect Master Su arranged for your treatnt here seeing your serious injuries. Don’t worry, with here, your injuries are nothing."
After speaking, Wen Cong sneaked a glance to see Baili An’s reaction.
Baili An did not disappoint him, looking astonished: "dicine Immortal Wen Cong? Sir, are you the legendary thousand-year-old Immortal, dicine Immortal Wen Cong?!"
Wen Cong was very satisfied, stroking his beard: "Indeed, it is I, hmm, let’s not talk further, I’ll go prepare dicine for you, you soak here for a while... eh... Su Jing, why are you still here?"
Wen Cong looked at Su Jing squatting by the bedside, knees hugged, motionless, baffled.
Su Jing lifted her eyes slightly, turned her head aside, ignoring him.
Wen Cong frowned, suddenly recalling what Su Guanhai had said, his brow relaxed, a hint of a smile appearing:
"Alright, stay here then, take good care of the boy, I’ll go prepare the dicine."
After Wen Cong left, Su Jing slowly got up, pulling a small stool to sit across the tub from Baili An.
She propped her chin, asking: "What do you an by n and won should not touch hands?"
Baili An, unable to move with silver needles in him, couldn’t turn his head, only seeing a part of the black-dotted face with the corner of his eye.
He tightly held the Qiankun Bag, explaining: "It ans there’s a distinction between n and won, their actions should not be too intimate, it’s basic etiquette.
Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, do not say what is improper. Unless it’s between husband and wife, n and won should not sit together, should not share a cover, should not hold hands."
Su Jing listened, bewildered, not understanding, simply responded with a perfunctory "Oh."
After sitting idly for a while, she asked again: "Why does your body look different from mine?"
Baili An was confused: "What looks different?"
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