After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

In a trance, my mother's gentle words thought again, "An An, in the first snow day, you can make a wish."

The Snow God will listen and help you realize it.

Will it come true?

Will do.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and accurately grabbed the piece of "white snow".

Shen Juncheng frowned slightly. He was not used to being touched by others. He was afraid that it was the cuff. Just as he was about to flick it away, he heard her soft pleading voice: "Save me, save me..."

She held onto his sleeve so tightly, as if she had caught the last straw in her life.

"I don't want to die, I finally came back... Can you help me?"

There was a cry in the voice, and the voice was as low as the whimper of a cub, "Lord Snow God, please save me..."

Shen Juncheng flicked his sleeves for a while, and the last sentence seemed to coincide with a certain sentence deep in his memory.

In the icy snow, the darkness of night was pressing down deeply, like a giant beast that devoured people.

A boy seemed to be curled up like this, and then a piece of snowflakes kept making wishes.

"Lord Xue Shen, please save me, I don't want to die."

The boy never believed in those folklore, and the mother said it was unbelievable. The only person in the world that can believe is himself.

But that day, he was full of hope against that ray of legend.

He can't die, he can't die.

So he persistently made a wish over and over again.

No one responded to him.

Only the cold and cruel wind blew away his faint wish.

When he fell on the snow, he looked at the last color in his life and muttered, "Father, mother, Cheng'er is so cold..."

When he woke up again, his eyes were covered with a white cloth, and since then, his world has lost its light.

"Uncle, uncle, how is Miss?"

Hearing the young lady's murmured prayers, Cuiyan felt distressed, and could not ignore Yueluo's advice, she stepped forward and asked anxiously, interrupting Shen Juncheng's thoughts.

Looking down, she saw that she was still clutching her sleeve tightly, just like the handful of white snow that she was holding back then, that glimmer of hope.

Careful, humble and pious.

However, the snow in the memory eventually became invisible and scattered on the fingertips.

Shen Juncheng suddenly closed his eyes.

"It's okay, she just contracted the cold and had a fever."

"There are prescriptions and medicinal materials left by the doctor in my room. They are very useful. Let Yueluo take you to dispense the medicine. You can fry it yourself. After your lady takes it, it will be fine tomorrow."

Cuiyan breathed a sigh of relief, immediately thanked her, knelt down and kowtowed a few times, and then hurriedly followed Yueluo to get the prescription.

After opening the green smoke, Shen Juncheng instructed Chaosheng to go to the study to get a bottle of medicine.

Chao Sheng was a little surprised, Heart Protection Pill, isn't that Master's medicine? Does the master want to serve her?

Chao Sheng did not speculate on the master's intentions, but just followed the order and closed the door as he left.

Shen Juncheng wanted to pull out his sleeves.

However, Su Anan was so tight that he didn't pull it out. He frowned and stopped pulling. Instead, he took out a small porcelain-white medicine bottle from his arms and poured out a pill the size of a red bean. .

He squeezed Su An'an's mouth and threw it in, then raised her chin, and drew her hand back when she saw her swallowing.

This is the antidote for Hanbing San, but after taking it, you need to use internal force to trigger the effect of the medicine as soon as possible, because her cold poison invades the heart, I am afraid it will not be easy to save.

But Su Anan obviously has no inner strength, so he needs someone to help him. He pours his inner strength into the palm of his hand and covers his dantian for two quarters. Blood circulation, accelerate the decomposition of medicinal properties.

This is not a difficult task, but the key point is that these acupoints are somewhat inconvenient, and when the hand is covering the dantian, the clothes cannot be separated.

I almost became a widow with the difference of a single thought of the dog~~