Chapter 1217

"Then you go and hurry up." Gong Yue pursed his mouth, turned his back and handed Zhang Linfeng a set of Liu Ru's clothes.

Zhang Linfeng answered, climbed into bed, wheezed to remove Zhao Changyuan's last clothes, and then changed Zhao Changyuan's underwear as quickly as possible.

"Change it." Zhang Linfeng took a long breath and was very tired.

"It's hard for you." Gong Yueyue turned his head, touched Zhang Linfeng's small head, took Zhao Changyuan and changed it to another clean bed.

The one just now has been wet by Zhao Changyuan's clothes.

Gong Yueyue pulled up the quilt and covered Zhao Changyuan. Only then did she have time to look dignified and worried.

"What's the matter with my senior brother? Why do you have medicine with you? Why do you know where the medicine is?" Gong Yue turned his head and asked Zhang Linfeng with a pretty face.

"Sister Su, you'd better change into a clean dress first. I'll tell you the truth." Zhang Linfeng shrinks in his nose, and his small face worries and grievances to Gong Yue.

Gong Yueyue pursed her mouth, looked down at herself, and found that the water stains on her clothes were still dripping to the ground.

"No peeking." Gong Yueyue got up, stared at Zhang Linfeng, took a set of Liu Ru's clothes, went to the back of the cabinet and quickly changed his clothes.

"I won't peek. I'm just a child." Zhang Linfeng muttered, and his mood was still low.

Liu Ru's clothes fit Gong Yueyue inexplicably, but Gong Yueyue didn't have time to care whether they fit or not. After changing them, he launched a questioning mode to Zhang Linfeng again.

Zhang Linfeng didn't dare to hide it. He immediately told Gong Yueyue everything from the first time he found that Zhao Changyuan had chest pain.

After hearing this, Gong Yueyue's pretty face was completely black. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Linfeng and Zhao Changyuan, who was unconscious on the bed.

"Agreed not to lie to me, always lying to me!" Gong Yueyue's heart was full of anger, but he couldn't vent it. He could only stare at Zhao Changyuan with his eyes, which was going to stare Zhao Changyuan out of two holes.

"Sister su..." Zhang Linfeng shrank in the quilt, revealing only one head and shouted timidly.

Gong Yueyue took a deep breath, restrained her anger, walked towards Zhang Linfeng, squatted down and asked:

"Are you hungry?"

"There are some." Zhang Linfeng blinked and nodded. In fact, he wasn't too hungry, but he didn't want Gong Yueyue to be sulky there all the time.

"Wait, I'll find something to eat." Gong Yueyue touched Zhang Linfeng's head, found an oil paper umbrella in the wooden house and opened the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, the roaring cold sound and cold rain snapped at Gong Yueyue. Fortunately, Gong Yueyue had an umbrella in his hand so that he wouldn't get wet again.

"Wait here. I'll find something to bake." Gong Yueyue took a worried look at Zhao Changyuan, put down his bowl and whispered to Zhang Linfeng. He rushed into the heavy rain again holding an oil paper umbrella.

The heavy rain wetted everything available. Gong Yueyue searched for a long time and found some dry firewood in the kitchen. He lit it in the stove and struggled to move back to the wooden house.

Pull the stove to Zhao Changyuan's bed. Gong Yueyue gently breathed out, and the wounds all over his body began to feel painful.

"Sister Su, your wound is bleeding again." Zhang Linfeng screamed, jumped out of bed and ran to Gong Yueyue with a worried face.

"Who told you to come down? I'll catch a cold." Gong Yueyue glared at Zhang Linfeng and wanted to raise his hand to hold Zhang Linfeng back, but he found that he couldn't lift both arms.

"I'll help you with the medicine." Zhang Linfeng, with ruddy eyes, hurriedly groped for the golden sore medicine given by Zhao Changyuan.

"I'm fine." Gong Yueyue sat on the chair. The bright color in her beautiful eyes was slightly dim, but she comforted Zhang Linfeng.

The more Gong Yueyue said it was all right, the more sour Zhang Linfeng's nose and the more red his eyes could not stop. He finally found Jinchuang medicine in a panic. Zhang Linfeng immediately carefully smeared it on Gong Yueyue.

In Gong Yueyue's arms, legs, abdomen and back, there were six sword wounds of different sizes and depths! Zhang Linfeng was shocked and distressed. Tears hung all over his small face. Instead, Gong Yueyue didn't cry or cry for pain. Instead, he comforted Zhang Linfeng that he didn't hurt. In fact, he still showed his teeth in pain.

Half an hour later, Zhang Linfeng finally coated all the wounds of Gong Yueyue with golden sore medicine, but the man stood in place with black bright eyes staring at Gong Yueyue.

Because Gong Yueyue finally fainted. After exhaustion of internal power, physical strength, sword injury, heavy rain and a series of mental pressure, Gong Yueyue also fainted.

Now Zhang Linfeng is the only one who is still awake in the wooden house.

Zhang Linfeng clenched his little fist hard. His eyes were red. He looked at Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue, turned and walked back to bed, pulled the little quilt he had just covered, and wrapped Gong Yueyue carefully.

He is too small to move Gong Yueyue, but he is afraid that Gong Yueyue will catch a cold. He can only use this stupid method.

What makes Zhang Linfeng anxious is that he doesn't know medical skills. He doesn't know what to do at this time. He can only wait quietly and wait for Gong Yueyue or Zhao Changyuan to wake up by himself.

"I knew that medicine was so useful. I should have learned some medicine from brother Shen." Zhang Linfeng squats beside Gong Yueyue, sucking his nose and black eyes with a strong meaning, thinking regretfully in the bottom of his heart.

Wait and wait, the rain outside is still loud, and the sky outside the window is more gloomy. It seems that it's evening, but Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue still don't wake up.

Zhang Linfeng cheered up, moved his numb legs and began to search for candles and fire folds in the wooden house.

Carefully lit two candles, the cabin suddenly lit up a little, but also full of orange warmth.

"Brother Shen, sister Su, when will you wake up?" Zhang Linfeng hugged himself and sat next to Gong Yueyue again. He read silently at the bottom of his heart and slept in sadness and waiting.

Zhao Changyuan woke up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, his black eyes were obviously confused. He was shaken by the faint candle light in front of him. After that, his eyes gradually focused. When he remembered the previous things, he hurriedly turned his head.

At a glance, I saw Gong Yueyue, who was in a coma wrapped in a quilt on the chair, and Zhang Linfeng, who curled up and slept beside Gong Yueyue. If Zhao Changyuan's heart is hit hard, it hurts in an instant.

Zhao Changyuan tried to sit up, then his body was weak, and his arms were soft. The good news was that the pain in his heart finally disappeared.

After a lot of effort, Zhao Changyuan finally propped himself up and sat up. In a low voice, he aroused Zhang Linfeng.

Zhang Linfeng opened his eyes in a daze. His eyes were still red. As soon as he saw Zhao Changyuan sitting up and looking at himself with his eyes open, he couldn't help but shed tears again. He had to be more and more aggrieved.