Everything that happened before was in sharp contrast to the sweet dream.

He forced his fingers to close his fingers and overwhelmed the pain with extremely strong willpower.

The bed sheets are pinched up.

Ning Yi made a harsh and muffled sound from his throat.

He closed his eyes and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The black shirt has long been broken into pieces in the thunder tribulation.

Someone carefully changed his clothes to dry clothes. He wrapped around his shoulders and waist, and even put a basin of hot water to carefully wipe the blood stains on his body.

At this moment, a gentle voice came.

"Mr. Ning, are you awake?"

Someone pushed open the door of the house and held a tray. There was a steaming cup of "tea" on the jade porcelain tray, but when it was brought into the room, it felt a bitter smell.

Very bitter.

Ning Yi frowned.

It’s a medicine... a very bitter medicinal material. After careful smelling it, I found that the bitter taste of this medicinal material has always been lingering in the house. The reason why the sandalwood in Kantang is to cover up the smell.

Although the woman holding the tray was a little unfamiliar... she hadn't seen her for a long time, Ning Yi recognized her immediately.

Xiao Zhao.

Xu Qingyan’s former personal maid.

Xiao Zhao held the tray and slowly walked to the bed. She looked calm and placed the tray on the mahogany cabinet at the head of the bed. Looking at the sheet that was folded and wrinkled by Ning Yi's hands and fingers, he said seriously: "The doctor has instructed him not to exert force. You must recuperate well these days... so as not to recur. Although Mr. Ning has the protection of his 'ghost power' in his body, it is best not to show off."

Ning Yi frowned.

He looked at Xiao Zhao without saying anything. The latter paused and said quietly: "If you faint again, someone will worry about it day and night and cannot sleep."

Ning Yi let out a long breath. His sea of ​​divine was stirred at this moment, full of pain. He wanted to recall something, but he couldn't remember anything. From that golden sea of ​​thunder, to now, it was blank.

However, the sweet and long dream, every detail of the memory is as new as ever.

Ning Yi looked at Xiao Zhao and asked hoarsely.

"How long have I... slept?"

Xiao Zhao, who put down the tray, picked up the medicine cup, tried to "feed" Ning Yi, looked calm. Seeing the latter's attitude of shutting down her mouth tightly after she spoke, she slowly put down the tea cup and said, "Fifteen days."

Ning Yi closed his eyes in pain.

Fifteen days...

"Miss Xiao Zhao doesn't have to feed me...I can eat it myself." Some tight beads of sweat oozed out of Ning Yi's forehead. What happened these days was very important to him, and the process of asking became extremely difficult.

"I have some questions...I want to ask you."

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Chapter completed!