Lu Hualiang gently pinned her against the stove.
The force was a bit too strong, causing Xia Weibao’s back to ache somewhat.
Lu Hualiang chuckled softly, reaching out to rub the spot for her.
Xia Weibao’s cheeks flushed, her eyes were glossy, and she lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him.
He gently lifted her chin, wanting to kiss her again.
He frowned, wondering whose soup had burnt.
Xia Weibao suddenly realized and pushed him away.
She rushed over and lifted the lid.
But in her haste, she scalded her hand.
The pain made her withdraw her hand quickly, shaking it in the air a few times.
Lu Hualiang appeared behind her, took her hand to look at it, and saw it was red.
He held her hand to his lips and blew on it gently, his heart aching slightly.
"If it’s burnt, it’s burnt; why be so hasty and careless?"
Xia Weibao blinked, feeling somewhat wronged, "It’s all because of you."
Not even considering where they were, he was always ready for romance!
Lu Hualiang twisted her face playfully and then grabbed a towel to open the lid.
She had been concocting three pots of medicine, only one of which was burnt; there were still two that could be used.
Xia Weibao poured out the medicine to let it cool in the kitchen.
Then she took Lu Hualiang back to her room.
"Wait here for me and don’t come out."
Lu Hualiang looked at her with a grievance in his eyes, "Wife, am I that disgraceful to look at?"
Xia Weibao stuttered somewhat, "There are germs outside, it’s not safe..."
Lu Hualiang sighed; was she really just concerned about his safety, or did she actually not want others to know about their relationship?
Knowing he shouldn’t push her too hard, he didn’t insist.
Xia Weibao put on her mask and glasses again, then went out to administer the medicine to the patients.
After they had taken it, she waited for an hour, but it had no effect.
She frowned, puzzled. She had prescribed the correct treatment, so why wasn’t it working? Had she overlooked something?
"Doctor Weiliang, you’ve been busy all day and must be tired; go back and rest."
The village chief said with compassion in his voice.
Such a slim girl, bustling about and personally preparing the medicine, it was enough to make anyone feel for her.
None of this was her responsibility, but she volunteered to care for the sick regardless.
Everyone in the village was deeply grateful.
"Take a rest first; if you refresh yourself, maybe you’ll come up with a solution."
These words from the village chief made Xia Weibao hesitate.
Indeed, her mind was blank at the moment, and Lu Hualiang’s arrival had also thrown her thoughts into disarray.
She wouldn’t figure anything out this way.
It would be better to sleep first and then replenish her energy.
Watching her departing figure, the village chief’s clouded eyes were filled with complexity.
He was relieved she agreed to rest.
But with her gone to rest, those who had been infected for more than twenty hours would probably not survive the night.
Such misfortune, to encounter an ordeal .
All the patients were listless, waiting for death to come.
They all had silver needles in them, so they couldn’t move; they could only ask the village chief to open the windows, letting them take one last look at the moon.
After that... they might not see it again.
To see death’s end drawing nearer with each step and be utterly powerless was an immensely heavy burden.
Not a soul made a sound; they all just silently watched.
When Xia Weibao reached her room’s door, she hesitated.
So much had happened between them, and just a month ago, she had spoken so definitively.