Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 164 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 31

Fuwei was also in a state of confusion and didn't pay much attention to Zhaozhao's emotions. He quickly pulled him to find a place to take shelter from the rain.

Fortunately, there was a dilapidated temple not far away, and when the two went inside, there was a young girl taking shelter from the rain there.

The girl's clothes were soaked. When she saw the two men come in, she was a little scared and backed away with her almond-shaped eyes wide open.

Zhao Zhao and Fu Wei also quickly retreated, both of them looking at each other as if they had seen a ghost.

Afraid of frightening the girl, Zhao Zhao quickly said, "Don't be afraid, lady. We are monks from Hongci Temple. We just came here to take shelter from the rain."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, pattering against the dilapidated roof of the temple. The weather was gradually darkening, making the already dark temple even more eerie.

The girl felt slightly relieved upon hearing that they were two monks, but she still didn't come out of the dark corner.

Out of respect for the traditional separation between men and women, the two found a corner as far away from the girl as possible to sit down.

Zhao Zhao looked up and, from his corner, could clearly see the Buddha enshrined in the dilapidated temple.

Unlike the gleaming, majestic Buddha statue in Hongci Temple, this one was covered in dust, and even had many cracks.

Zhao Zhao chuckled softly. So even Buddha has his embarrassing moments.

He was shivering, sensing that He Yunmin was getting soaked in the rain.

Sigh, they really don't take care of their health at all.

Zhao Zhao felt helpless and angry. The image of Shi Yu kept flashing through his mind, making him feel very confused. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about him for the time being.

Suddenly, a garment was draped over her shoulders, carrying a fresh scent of soapberry. Zhao Zhao opened her eyes and smiled slightly at Fu Weiyi.

Fu Wei looked into his eyes, her brows furrowed. "Ruosheng, why are you shaking so badly?"

"And why are your hands so cold!"

She grasped his hand, which was covered in mud, and rubbed it in her own hands a couple of times.

Oh no, oh no, if this continues, he'll get sick sooner or later.

Fuwei pushed Zhaozhao inside to shield him from the wind, then quickly poured two pills from his medicine bottle and gave them to him. "Ruosheng, take them quickly."

There was no more water, so Zhao Zhao swallowed it down, being very obedient.

Fuwei smiled, patted his head, and praised, "Good boy."

Zhao Zhao sighed and said gently, "Senior brother is probably just trying to coax a child."

Fu Wei did not refute him.

The rain outside was still heavy, and it was unlikely to stop anytime soon. The two of them were also very tired today, so they put their heads together and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, a bolt of lightning struck, instantly illuminating the entire dilapidated temple. Fuwei was startled awake and was shocked to find that Zhaozhao's body was burning hot. He touched Zhaozhao's forehead and found that he was indeed feverish.

"Ruosheng!" Fuwei anxiously pushed his body, and Zhaozhao frowned and woke up, his head still dizzy.

"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse, and he looked extremely weak.

You have a fever!

Carefully pushing aside Zhao Zhao's sleeve, sure enough, the wound had worsened, becoming red and swollen.

"No, we need to find medicine to re-bandage it."

The rain outside was still pouring down, but the boy in her arms was burning hot.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?"

Just as Fuwei was in a state of utter distress, a cautious voice came from another corner.

The girl who had been disturbed earlier was awakened by their noise. After hearing their conversation, she was somewhat timid, but she still stepped out of the corner and handed a small green bottle to Fuwei.

"This is medicine for wounds. My father prepared it for me. You can use it first."

"Thank you, thank you." Fu Wei didn't bother with formalities and quickly accepted it.

He tore the relatively dry clothes into strips and started changing Zhao Zhao's dressing without saying a word.

The medicine the girl gave her was a bit irritating. When it was sprinkled on the wound, even though Zhao Zhao was drowsy, she still winced slightly in pain and jerked her arm back.