C6

"Yue Er, Yue Er, speak. Don't scare your mother." When Ling Zhuyue saw her precious daughter staring at her dumbly, she didn't say anything and shouted a few times but still failed to react. She was so scared that her soul almost jumped out of her body.

He wanted to give her a push, but he realized that his precious daughter was covered in wounds and was afraid that he would give in. He became extremely anxious and raised his voice abruptly, "Yue Er!"

"Eh?"

Beiming Lanyue realized just then that he was entranced by the beauty in front of him, and laughed awkwardly: "I'm fine!"

In his hand was a small white porcelain bowl, and in the bowl was a thick smell of Chinese medicine. There was also a faint smoke coming from the bowl, and it was clear that the bowl was just right. His steps were very big and quick, but not a single drop of the medicinal juice spilled out, which showed that this youth's strength was not bad.

"Mom, little sister's medicine is here!" When the youth said this, he discovered that the little girl on the bed had already opened her eyes and was curiously looking at him. He could not help but indulge in a smile.

Beiming Lanyue could tell that his pampering came from the bottom of his heart.

Carefully handing the porcelain bowl over to Ling Zhuyue, the young boy turned his head and looked at the Beiming Lanyue with eyes brimming with interest.

The dead man asked, "Yue Er, are you still in pain?"

Beiming Lanyue carefully sized up the little youth in front of him. Needless to say, he was definitely this body's older brother, BeiMing Chu. Seeing his doting gaze, Beiming Lanyue suddenly had a good impression of him, and subconsciously nodded: "It's not painful!"

The young boy smiled slightly, raised his hand and gently ruffled Beiming Lanyue's hair and said: "Rest well, big brother will be going to train."

Ling Zhuyue looked at this pair of beautiful children, her eyes unable to conceal the joy within. She scooped up a spoonful of medicine from the porcelain bowl, and blew it on her lips again and again. Only then did she carefully place the medicine next to Beiming Lanyue's mouth.

Beiming Lanyue looked at the beauty in front of him who was sincerely caring for him, and thought to himself that it was better to have a child with a mother, and did not put on airs, and directly took the bowl from Ling Zhuyue's hands, and gulped all the medicinal juice in one gulp.

Actually, from her memories, she knew that the medicinal herbs in the Black Tortoise Continent were all used to concoct pills, but families like theirs couldn't afford to spend them. Therefore, ordinary people couldn't afford to buy pills, so when they were sick, they could only use the medicinal herbs to concoct medicine.

Eh?

Suddenly, Beiming Lanyue seemed to have thought of something, and both his eyes abruptly widened with a face full of astonishment. Raising his hand to take a look, he then thought about the youth from earlier.

In her previous life, she was already twenty-two years old, and now, her body seemed to be exactly ten years old. Her arms were small, her chest was flat, and she felt like crying without tears.

"Yue Er, you're awake?"

Just as the Beiming Lanyue was in a mess, a man in his thirties quickly walked in. The moment he saw the Beiming Lanyue lying beside the bed, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

The man was thin, his eyebrows sharp, his features deep, his face lined with lines. He was a handsome man, but his face was a little unhealthy.