Chapter 268 Charlee
As time went by, Charlee Ford boiled a little medicine, temporarily suppressing the toxicity in William Bryan's body, and inhaled him with venom again in the meantime.
Unconsciously, time gradually turned dark from day to day.
Charlee Ford glanced at the time. It was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon. It was dark early in the mountains, and it was already sunset.
Even Mr Cole, who was addicted to collecting medicine, came back, but Chang Sheng did not come back.
Charlee Ford couldn't help but feel anxious, but he was worried that William Bryan didn't dare to leave without permission. He couldn't stop wandering at the door, but his heart became more and more uncertain.
Changsheng can't really have an accident, can he? She has been to that mountain forest before, and there are wild boars that are difficult to deal with. If Chang Sheng really meets wild boars, I'm afraid he has a narrow escape...
If anything happens to him, I'm afraid the Chang family will tear her apart.
"Master, have you met Chang Sheng in the mountains?" Charlee Ford asked Mr Cole, who was coming back.
Mr Cole shook his head. He also heard about William Bryan and frowned. "By rights, five-leaf clover is not hard to find on the roadside. He should have come back long ago."
"No, master, take care of William for me, I'll go and have a look!" Charlee Ford dropped his things, lifted his feet and walked out.
But not long after leaving, Charlee Ford saw Chang Sheng from a distance. He was carrying a small basket and hurried here.
"Chang Sheng! Why did you come back now?" Charlee Ford hurried to meet him.
When Chang Sheng heard this, his expression gave him a grievance and he said, "I didn't mean it. The road on that mountain was too slippery. I fell and almost got lost. It was only by my uncle's intelligence that I found this herb and brought it back to you."
He said, like taking credit, triumphantly handed the basket to Charlee Ford and smiled: "Look, is this the medicine you want? Is this uncle powerful?"
Charlee Ford glanced at the basket. It was indeed the five-leaf clover she wanted.
Looking at the innocent smile on Chang Sheng's face, I don't know why her nose tip is sour.
"Fool," Charlee Ford scolded and sighed, "don't take such a big risk next time, I almost thought something had happened to you!"
Hearing this, Chang Sheng looked at Charlee Ford with a strange face, and looked awkward.
A long time, he slightly embarrassed to scratch the back of the head, said: "You are worried about me ah, I thought you just blamed me back too late, delayed to that surname Mu detoxification."
"What are you thinking?" Charlee Ford gave him a white look.
So Chang Sheng laughed and showed his usual teasing smile. "So, Xiao Jiu-Er, you are still worried about me. It seems that you are not completely unemotional about me."
"Get out of here."
Charlee Ford and Chang Sheng returned to the homestay. She quickly boiled the medicine to feed William Bryan and wiped his body. This busy work was busy until eleven o'clock in the evening.
Chang Sheng saw her tired face and knew that she woke up at seven o'clock in the morning. She was busy until now, and she couldn't help feeling distressed and sour and vinegar.
"Come on, go to bed quickly, and he will give it to me." Chang Sheng urged.
Charlee Ford didn't trust him. "I'll take him back. I'm afraid his wound will become inflamed at night." As she spoke, she was about to pull William Bryan up.
When Chang Sheng saw this, he couldn't help but get angry: "You have taken care of him all day, and it's time to rest. Do you care so much about him? Even more than caring about your own body?"
Charlee Ford gave him an inexplicable look. "What's your temper?"
"Nothing." Chang Sheng sank down, and after a long time, he compromised. "Forget it, take him back, otherwise I am afraid that I will drug him in the middle of the night and poison him."
After Charlee Ford and William Bryan left, Chang Sheng kicked in the corner grumpily, and there was a pain in his feet.
The pain sobered him up.
What the hell are you doing? He remembered that when he first returned to America, he chased Charlee Ford repeatedly, just because it was interesting to watch her angry every time she was deliberately close to her in front of someone she liked.
But in the afternoon, when he fell down the steep slope, his first thought was whether she would cry if he died.
When he came back with the medicine on his back, he felt a great sense of satisfaction when he saw Charlee Ford meet him anxiously.
"Am I mad?" Chang Sheng muttered to himself.
In the middle of the night, Charlee Ford was awakened by painful moans and gasps.
She had a shallow sleep, and she was afraid to sleep soundly because of William Bryan, so when she heard the sound, she got out of bed and ran to William Bryan at the first time.
"William William?" Charlee Ford patted him on the face.
It's hot.
The temperature on his face was so hot that it seemed to melt her hands.
Charlee Ford quickly turned on the light, only to see William Bryan lying in bed flushed, cold sweat on his forehead, obviously hot as fire, but he curled up tightly, and kept spitting out a word in his mouth: "Cold..."
His brow frowned, his breath was extremely rapid, and he looked very painful.
Charlee Ford quickly gave William Bryan a pulse.
Fortunately, he only has a fever because of the inflammation of the wound, and his toxins are slowly being discharged, so he will have this feeling of ice and fire.
Charlee Ford pumped a basin of water, wiped William Bryan's body, and wrapped him tightly in a quilt.
At this time, he needs to sweat more to speed up the discharge of toxins.
But how can William Bryan be so obedient in a coma? All he knew was that he was dead from the heat, and he was covered in sweat and uncomfortable at all, so he moved restlessly and tried to lift the quilt.
When Charlee Ford saw it, he frowned and had no head. "Don't move, sweat more, be good."
It's like coaxing a child.
It's a pity that William Bryan is not a child. He not only moves, but also has great strength. Seeing that he is about to lift the quilt, Charlee Ford can't help but use his quick wits. Suddenly, he pounces on William Bryan and presses him under the quilt.
Now William Bryan can't lift it.
Charlee Ford was secretly glad. "It's a good thing I'm smart-"
She let out a cry of surprise.
I saw William Bryan, who had slept cleverly and peacefully, suddenly turned over and pressed Charlee Ford together with the quilt.
His head rested on Charlee Ford's neck, his breath burning long, and his head unconsciously rubbed against her neck.
Charlee Ford: "…"
She patted the man's face helplessly and coaxed softly: "You cover the quilt obediently."
Perhaps her words played a role. William Bryan, who had been in a daze and lethargy, opened her eyes and looked at her half squinting in confusion.
Suddenly, his mouth hooked and he spit out two words: "Charlee."