Gu Jinzhi's arm gently wrapped around his shoulders. Her chest was pressed against his back; then, the light on the bed dimmed, and someone felt relieved.

Zhu Zhongjun turned over and hugged Gu Jinzhi completely in his arms.

He hugged him a little tightly, and Gu Jinzhi couldn't breathe.

After a while, he let go of his hand slightly.

Gu Jinzhi found a position that could breathe slightly, and was still lying in his arms, giving him support.

Zhu Zhongjun's pain was still lighter and heavier.

He was very uncomfortable.

"This medicine doesn't work." He told Gu Jinzhi, "Am I almost dead?"

Even Western medicine does not have such a quick effect.

It takes at least four or five days for traditional Chinese medicine to gradually disappear.

"You have died once, what are you afraid of?" Gu Jinzhi smiled and said, "Don't worry. You can't die. Isn't there me?"

Zhu Zhongjun remembered his previous life. Every time he asked Gu Jinzhi to move forward, he would always say, "Do you feel at ease, aren't you me?"

At that time, he felt that his words should give Gu Jin's strength.

But I don't know what kind of power it is.

At this moment, a warm heat flow poured into his heart. All the uneasiness in his heart disappeared.

The pain was still continuing, but Zhu Zhongjun felt a little relieved.

He hugged Gu Jinzhi tightly.

Gu Jinzhi was a little thin. He was hugged in his arms, and only a little bit was left.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Zhongjun's pain suddenly became severe.

Gu Jinzhi hurriedly gave him another dose of medicine.

The pain was very severe this time, and he could no longer bear it and shouted loudly.

The forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Gu Jinzhi held his head and kept saying to him: "This is the medicine that works. It's okay, it will be fine, it will be fine after a while."

"You must be lying to me." Zhu Zhongjun said, "I'm going to hurt so much!"

His severe pain lasted for half an hour.

Then, he almost fainted.

My whole body was sweaty.

After the severe pain, there were a slight pain.

Compared with severe pain, this kind of pain is irrelevant.

Zhu Zhongjun closed his eyes and took a nap.

Gu Jinzhi asked Zhu's mother and others to bring hot water, and she wanted to change clothes for Zhu Zhongjun.

His back was sweating, and it would add to the cold if he didn't change it.

Zhu Zhongjun struggled to turn over and let Gu Jinzhi wipe him.

A wet and hot towel slid across his skin, rippling in his heart.

Zhu Zhongjun was confused.

He reached out, as if he wanted to grab something.

In the hazy state, Gu Jinzhi heard him say, "Gu Jinzhi..."

"Hmm?" Gu Jinzhi answered him.

But he unconsciously repeated the three words Gu Jinzhi.

Gu Jinzhi wiped his body, changed into a clean middle dress, and served him to lie down again. He was already sleeping in a daze.

And Gu Jinzhi himself was also sweating.

She has been busy taking care of Zhu Zhongjun and has not eaten any food.

It was already midnight, but Gu Jinzhi's stomach was roaring and his stomach hurt tightly.

Zhu Mom hurriedly said: "Dinner is still in the kitchen, you can eat it if it is hot. Do girls need some?"

Gu Jinzhi nodded.

After dinner, she slept on the kang in the inner room.

In the early morning, at the beginning of Yin, Zhu Zhongjun woke up in pain again.

He wanted to cry.

The pain made him feel helpless.

For the first time, he realized that he was so fragile. Without the advanced Western medicine in later generations, the slow and continuous process of traditional Chinese medicine is the process of using medicine to guide his body and fight against the disease.

After hearing his moans, Gu Jinzhi hurriedly got up and asked him what was wrong.

Zhu Zhongjun pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

Tears silently followed her clothes and fell on her aftertaste.

Gu Jinzhi's heart was suddenly scratched by something, and he felt a little tight.

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It's time to go home.
Chapter completed!