1383 Morning

Long Qian Xing turned his head and looked at Nan Hua. For a moment, he felt that she was looking at him. But seeing that she was still sleeping, Long Qian Xing took a deep breath.

He was sure that it was impossible for him to sleep tonight.

He had to take care of this young woman.

Even if the compress couldn't work so well, as long as it could help, he didn't mind work tirelessly.

The night passed by quietly.

Long Qian Xing sat on the chair beside Nan Hua, listening to her breathing peacefully. The fever had come down, allowing him to breathe in relief. At the very least, he knew that she had passed the danger period.

Even though Nan Hua had told him that she would be fine, he still felt distressed and worried for the young woman.

Knock! Knock!

"Young Master, we've brought the ingredients from the village."

"Put it in the kitchen."