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Chapter 314 I Won't Give Up on Him
The small sword that Luo Qianmo shot out was extremely sharp; if the little thing hadn't dodged quickly, it would have almost broken its leg bone.
Disinfecting, applying medicine, and bandaging, Fang Qingyou quickly treated the little thing's wound.
"Little one, I've treated your wound. Be careful not to walk on this leg for now, and don't let the wound get wet. Water, you know, that thing that flows and makes a gurgling sound..." Fang Qingyou instructed the little one while pouring out an oral medicine into her palm and handing it to the little one: "This is medicine to take, it will help your wound heal."
Fearing the little one might not understand, Fang Qingyou first demonstrated the shape of the water flow, and then demonstrated the posture for taking medicine.
Fang Qingyou didn't know if it was because of her medical instincts or because the little creature's eyes were so similar to Xiaoxue's, but that made her especially patient with it.
Persistence pays off. The little thing finally understood Fang Qingyou's meaning. Half-believing and half-doubting, with a mix of relaxation and wariness, it ate the medicine from her palm.
Fang Qingyou smiled slightly. This little thing is quite well-behaved.
I wanted to leave the little thing some medicine and give it some instructions, but then I suddenly heard a muffled, suppressed groan of pain.
Fang Qingyou's expression changed instantly. She immediately turned around to look at Luo Qianmo behind her and found that he had somehow squatted on the ground, his curled-up body trembling slightly, looking extremely painful.
"Eighth Prince." Fang Qingyou's body was stiff, but her steps were swift, and she rushed to Luo Qianmo's side almost instantly.
"Eighth Prince, what's wrong?" Fang Qingyou had just walked to Luo Qianmo's side when she saw him look up at her, then close his eyes and suddenly fall backward.
Those thick, curly eyelashes fluttered down, completely obscuring the brilliance in those beautiful eyes, as if closing a door that concealed a beautiful view.
"Luo Qianmo!" Fang Qingyou was startled and hurriedly caught Luo Qianmo's body, anxiously calling his name.
However, Fang Qingyou was met with silence.
At that moment, Fang Qingyou felt really flustered. She was suddenly afraid that Luo Qianmo would never open his eyes again.
Holding Luo Qianmo in her arms, Fang Qingyou suppressed the trembling in her fingertips and forced herself to calm down as she checked his pulse.
Soon, her delicate eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Luo Qianmo's pulse was chaotic and strange. It seemed that there were two different forces in his body that were repelling each other, both wanting to take control of his body, yet neither seemed to be able to do so.
This situation doesn't seem like an illness, an injury, or a poison; it just seems to have come out of nowhere.
This situation is too bizarre; it's as if two forces are vying for control of his body.
Fang Qingyou's face turned ashen instantly, because she suddenly remembered her time travel. When she traveled, it was as if a wandering soul had taken over a body that did not belong to her.
Although this time travel was completely beyond her control, the situation was an undeniable fact.
Could it be that some wandering spirit is fighting for Luo Qianmo's body?
"Luo Qianmo, wake up, wake up!" Fang Qingyou didn't realize that her voice sounded terrified, as if filled with deep fear.
"Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianmo..."
The more Fang Qingyou called out, the more unconscious Luo Qianmo became, and even his breathing gradually became weaker.
At the same time, she also noticed that Luo Qianmo's body had become very strange, half of it was as hot as fire and the other half was as cold as ice.
Ironically, she had no idea how to handle this situation, which was beyond the scope of human capability.
She dared not use needles or medicine lightly, for fear that it would only worsen this strange situation.
That's why Fang Qingyou was so afraid. She was afraid that Luo Qianmo would look at her and open his eyes, and then he would no longer be him.
Although she didn't like Luo Qianmo, this domineering and arrogant prince, the thought that he might be replaced by a stranger filled her with resentment.
While Fang Qingyou was lost in thought, Luo Qianmo, who had fallen into a coma, was indeed in great pain.
He was completely unaware of anything in the outside world, but the pain in his body was very real, and he could feel it clearly.
All this pain stemmed from seeing the purple teardrop mark on Fang Qingyou's left forearm.
The purple color seemed to have a magical power; one glance was enough to immerse him in a purple world.
Within his body, there seemed to be a force resonating with this purple magic, while at the same time, another force seemed to be resisting it.
In an instant, the forces of attraction and resistance surged wildly within his body, locked in a fierce struggle, making Luo Qianmo feel as if his body was about to be forcibly split in two.
The pain was similar to the sensation of the strange poison flaring up on the night of the full moon, but the degree of pain was far more intense and unbearable.
Fang Qingyou's heart was in turmoil. She grabbed his hands with both of her own in her haste. One of his hands was so hot that she could barely hold it, while the other was so cold that she couldn't help but tremble.
Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth and endured the discomfort.
She wanted to regulate Luo Qianmo's abnormal body temperature by balancing her own body temperature.
Since the temperature that her hands could regulate was too limited, she simply hugged him.
At this moment, Fang Qingyou had long since forgotten about the traditional separation between men and women, and didn't care about any intimate physical contact. She only had one thought in her mind: she had to wake Luo Qianmo up.
The sudden chills made Fang Qingyou extremely uncomfortable, but she still held Luo Qianmo tightly.
Holding him in her arms, she kept calling his name: "Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianmo..."
As long as she is alive, she will not abandon him.
As Fang Qingyou held Luo Qianmo tightly, the little one looked at the two of them in confusion, not understanding what they were doing.
Perhaps hearing Fang Qingyou calling out something, the little thing finally realized that the person she was holding was injured. After hesitating for a moment and struggling with her expression, she slowly walked towards the two of them.
It's more accurate to say "jump" than "walk".
As the little creature walked, it carefully lifted its right hind leg and hopped to Fang Qingyou.
"Screech! Screech! Screech!" the little creature screeched, trying to get Fang Qingyou's attention, but she seemed not to hear it at all and did not react at all.
The little creature kept calling until its voice was hoarse, then it stopped calling her, grabbed the hem of her clothes with its mouth, and tugged at it hard.