"Okay, okay, I know, but I don't know what's wrong with you?"

Du Ronghan suddenly coughed violently.

Li Zhishui patted Du Ronghan's back and asked, "What's wrong? Did you get cold just now? The mountains are cold. I'll cook some soup for you. I haven't eaten tonight. Now I should be hungry."

"Okay, you go."

Li Zhishui turned over and got out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, and headed straight downstairs.

Du Ronghan led Li Zhishui away, covered his mouth, and cried violently in the quilt.

The fire stove has been opened to its maximum, but Li Zhishui still thinks it is slow.

It is said that it takes a long time to make soup, but Li Zhishui didn't want to wait for a penny and was anxious.

After about half an hour, a bowl of hot soup was brought to Du Ronghan.

Du Ronghan's face looked very bad. He coughed blood from the cough just now. He was afraid that Li Zhishui would worry, so she threw the bloody tissue into the toilet and washed it away without leaving any trace.

"Drink quickly. I blew for a while just now, and it shouldn't be hot anymore."

Du Ronghan put on his clothes and was about to pick up the bowl, Li Zhishui stirred it with a spoon a few times, scooped a spoon and sent it to Du Ronghan.

"I'd better do it myself, I'm not used to it."

Li Zhishui did not persist, after all, Du Ronghan was not as weak as he could not eat.

The soup is indeed not hot, but Du Ronghan just took a sip and suddenly felt a little bored in his chest, his throat itched, and he couldn't help coughing.

Li Zhishui was covered in her body after she had just started to vomit. Li Zhishui didn't care about these things, took the bowl and stroked Du Ronghan's back.

His eyes were all on Du Ronghan, and no blood on his body was found.

"Don't drink anymore, don't drink anymore, it's uncomfortable to drink."

"Don't drink well, lie down quickly."

Li Zhishui turned around and put the bowl on the table, and then he found blood on his clothes.

"You, did you vomit blood just now?"

"It's okay, I can't die now." Du Ronghan said with a dry smile.

"I said it's okay, can vomit blood be a trivial matter?" Li Zhishui said, grabbed Du Ronghan's wrist and touched it hard. Although he did not move his medical skills, there were two sentences in the ancient martial arts formula about pulse diagnosis. Although he didn't know if it was useful, it was better than not knowing nothing.

If the pulse and breath are disordered, the body must be uncomfortable.

Li Zhishui poured a cup of hot water for Du Ronghan to rinse his mouth. Du Ronghan rinsed his mouth and said, "Go and wash quickly. I'm fine, I won't cough anymore."

Li Zhishui looked at it for a while and found that Du Ronghan did not show any sign of coughing, so he changed his clothes.

Seeing Du Ronghan sleeping soundly, Li Zhishui felt very distressed, and didn't know what happened to Du Ronghan.

Although his dark martial aura has the effect of curing diseases and relieving injuries, Du Ronghan's disease is not an external trauma. If the infusion of breath has no effect, it would be bad.

I wonder if those old men know if their breath can cure internal injuries? Let’s ask them tomorrow.

Li Zhishui lay back on the bed and reached out to stop Du Ronghan.

"Is it better?"

"It's much better, little fairy."

Li Zhishui smiled bitterly, "The little god, the god, you can't even get rid of the pain in the person you like, what kind of god?"
Chapter completed!