EBE Chapter 245 He truly loves her
Chapter 245 He truly loves her
Qin Jiuwei closed her eyes briefly and managed to speak, "I don't know, but I can't take the risk."
Whether it is an epidemic or not depends on Meng Qihuang's diagnosis.
"But I'm afraid... that might be the worst-case scenario."
Upon hearing this, Xiaohe's eyes immediately reddened, and she almost burst into tears.
The young lady did so many good deeds, how come she ended up being the one to contract the plague...?
This epidemic is so dangerous, what if something happens to the young lady...
Xiaohe dared not think any further, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Qin Jiuwei didn't say anything more. She pursed her dry lips and raised her hand to signal Song Mama to hurry up and do it.
"Quickly go and fetch Doctor Meng. No one is allowed to enter until he arrives."
Granny Song nodded and quickly walked out of the room to fetch the doctor.
She walked in such a hurry that she knocked over the small bronze stove on the table.
The stove lid slammed to the ground, sending up a thin wisp of warm smoke.
After forcing herself to give the instructions, Qin Jiuwei felt her illness had worsened.
She struggled to open her eyes, sweat rolling down her forehead, and looked at the person in front of her.
"Xiaohe, you go out too. Don't leave anyone in the house."
If she really did contract the disease, anyone who gets close to her now is at risk of getting infected. She doesn't want to burden others.
Xiaohe was taken aback and quickly shook her head: "Miss, I can't leave you. You still have a fever. How can I leave?"
"Listen to me." Qin Jiuwei looked at her. "Go outside and keep watch. Don't let anyone in. We'll talk when Meng Qihuang arrives. Until then, no one is allowed to come near me."
“But Miss…” Xiaohe’s voice was already choked with sobs, “You are too ill, if I stay I can take care of you…”
"No need." Qin Jiuwei shook her head weakly. "You can go out now. I'll feel more at ease that way."
Having treated the epidemic for so long, Qin Jiuwei knew what was going on.
Fever in the early stages won't kill you; the real danger comes later.
Xiaohe gritted her teeth, reluctant but understanding her mistress's intentions.
But after applying a cool cloth to her forehead, he slowly left the room.
I just hope Dr. Meng will arrive soon...
The moment the door closed, Qin Jiuwei slowly closed her eyes.
She felt alternating chills and fever, as if she had been thrown into a world of extremes; her throat was dry and sore, and every breath was unbearable.
Just bear with it, just bear with it a little longer... hold on until Meng Qihuang arrives...
Outside.
The night was deep and dark as Xie Yanli strode into Qinglan Courtyard.
The wind and snow fell on his dark cloak, melting into damp spots.
He was tall and slender, with a solemn expression in his eyes.
As he walked down the corridor, he raised his hand, took off the cloak he was holding, and casually handed it to Zizhu behind him, revealing the plain white robe underneath.
He frowned as he looked at the tightly closed wooden door in front of him and Xiao He standing guard at the door.
"Where's Madame?"
Xiaohe bowed her head and said with her eyes lowered, "Young Master, the young mistress is tired and has just rested."
"You're resting?" Xie Yan frowned. "Why are you resting so early today?"
Xiaohe sensed the coldness in his words, her heart tightened instantly, and she quickly bent down.
"The young mistress said she was tired. Today... she was indeed quite exhausted today."
Xie Yanli narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly disbelieving, but his face remained expressionless.
"Why are you so tired today? I'll go check on her."
As he spoke, he took a step half a step toward the door.
Xiaohe quickly stepped in front of him, forcing a smile, but her tone was somewhat nervous.
"Young Master, the young mistress has indeed gone to sleep. Please come see her again later. She is resting now..."
Xie Yanli looked at Xiao He, who was blocking his way, his gaze growing increasingly cold. "What's wrong with her?"
"Young Master, the young mistress is indeed tired, it's really nothing..."
"Enough!" Xie Yanli suddenly interrupted her, his voice as cold as frost, his eyes sweeping over the two of them like knives.
"I'll ask one last time, what exactly happened to her? If she dares to deceive me like this again, she'll be sold off immediately!"
This low shout was like a thunderclap; Xiaohe's legs went weak, and she fell to her knees with a thud.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, her voice choked with sobs, she said, "Young Master, the young mistress... she has a high fever!"
As she spoke, Xiaohe couldn't help but burst into tears.
"The young mistress said... she said she was afraid it was an epidemic, that's why she wouldn't let anyone in... Young Master, I didn't mean to deceive you, please forgive me!"
Fever! Epidemic!
Upon hearing this word, Xie Yanli felt a buzzing in his head.
All sound vanished in that instant.
The air became thick, making it hard for him to breathe, and the pain was so intense that he almost suffocated.
By the time he realized what was happening, he had already strode forward and was about to push open the door.
Just then, Zizhu suddenly rushed out, half-kneeling on the ground and reaching out to stop her.
"Young Master, you can't go in!"
"Get out of the way!" Xie Yanli's eyes were sharp as he stepped straight past Zizhu.
"Young Master!" Zizhu stood in front of the door, almost kneeling on the threshold, forcefully stretching out her arms to block the door. "Even if I risk my life, I will not let you in!"
"If the young mistress really has the plague, you will definitely catch it if you go in rashly!"
"Your Highness, your safety is of utmost importance. Countless people in the capital are counting on you. What if you contract the plague?"
"Get out of my way!" Xie Yanli seemed not to have heard him, his voice suddenly rising, his brows furrowing even colder.
With a swift movement of his long arm, he blocked Zizhu in halfway, while his other hand reached directly towards the door.
In a panic, Zizhu quickly turned around and used her entire body to block him, her face full of anxiety: "You can't—"
Xie Yanli's eyes were bloodshot as he growled, "I said, get out of here!"
He then shoved the door open with a loud thud.
He strode in immediately, his steps as swift as the wind, without the slightest hesitation.
He wouldn't leave Qin Jiuwei alone in the house with a fever and ignore her!
Not even for a second.
Zizhu was pushed backward repeatedly, feeling anxious and helpless, but dared not step forward to stop him.
They could only watch helplessly as the young master's figure disappeared behind the door.
Inside the room, Qin Jiuwei lay on the bed, the heat on her forehead making her vision go black in waves. Her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and she didn't even have the strength to move her fingertips.
She closed her eyes, wondering when Meng Qihuang would arrive.
Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.
She barely opened her eyes and saw a tall figure rush in like the wind.
For a moment, she thought she was seeing things and had become delirious from the fever.
It wasn't until the figure quickly walked to her bedside and sat down that Qin Jiuwei realized she really hadn't seen wrong.
It really is... Xie Yanli.
The usually aloof and composed person was now filled with panic.
He practically rushed to the bedside, his steps faltering.
But when his gaze fell on her pale face, his aura immediately softened.
He pointed to his forehead and wiped the sweat from it.
His eyes brimmed with undisguised fear and self-blame, and his usually stern features were now filled with helplessness.
His voice trembled and became hoarse like never before: "Jiuwei..."
Qin Jiuwei's gaze fell on him, and her eyes involuntarily began to redden.
"How did you get in here? Aren't you afraid of catching it from me?" She coughed lightly, her voice weak and hoarse. "This disease is very dangerous."
Xie Yanli sat beside her, his gaze calm and reassuring, and replied in a low voice, "I'm not afraid."
"If you get infected, get treated. In short, I won't let you suffer this alone."
The thought of Qin Jiuwei suffering alone inside made his heart ache so badly he felt like he was going to die.
Qin Jiuwei looked into his eyes, and her heart pounded.
He truly loved her.
This love and tenderness far exceeded her expectations.