CHAPTER 24: 24: THE LUNGS ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE (PART 3)_1

The man’s temperament was unlike Yixuan’s, which was clear and gentle; nor was it similar to Yue Ning’s, which was rough and bold.

He was restrained and reticent, with dark, deep eyes like an ancient well, unfathomable and devoid of ripples. His left face was marred by ugly scars, which made him somewhat terrifying. Invisibility, his presence grew heavier, prompting people to avoid him by three miles.

But when he looked at Yue Ning, aside from being impassive, there was a faint trace of confusion in his eyes. However, his face was too cold, and his emotions were too scarce for one to fathom his depth.

As Fourth Brother entered the room, he glanced at Yixuan on the kang bed, then at the dark figure on the ground, his thin lips uttered one word, "... Her?"

Yue Ning scowled, waving his hand impatiently in response, "I don’t know either, I just pushed her a little, and she started playing dead."

He nudged the leg of the little clown on the floor with the tip of his foot, but the person groaned and then lay still.

Fourth Brother was sullen by nature, and more often than not, like Wood.

Seeing the girl unconscious, he hesitated for a moment, then squatted down to place his hand on her forehead.

"Hot."

Yue Ning was taken aback. Fourth Brother was parsimonious with words, always speaking one word at a time, and with his reticent nature, one had to guess his thoughts.

Fourth Brother picked up the little clown from the floor, then glanced at Liang Yue Ning, "Watch the house."

Yue Ning grabbed his head, "We’re out of money at home, and the grain bin is almost empty... Is she sick?"

Fourth Brother nodded, "Sick, I have."

Fourth Brother intended to take out money, but because he was holding the little clown, he couldn’t free his hands, and his face became wooden again for a moment.

......

After Fourth Brother left, Liang Yue Ning sat on the edge of the kang, his expression gloomy as he gazed at the unconscious Yixuan on the bed.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a soup bowl by the kang and leaned in to sniff.

The scent was fragrant, with added ginger.

He looked again at Yixuan, who was sweating profusely, his clothes damp.

Yixuan groaned and slowly came to. Before he could speak, he realized his mouth was full of the taste of ginger.

Ginger’s spicy warmth dispels cold and transforms phlegm, stops coughing, warms the middle to cease vomiting, and detoxifies. It is commonly used to treat externally contracted wind-cold and stomach-cold vomiting and was once referred to by the ancients as the holy medicine of emetics.

Previously, Yixuan was poisoned by tainted blood, and even after inducing vomiting, his pulse had stabilized, but Dong Huiying was still a bit worried.

The Liang family had no herbs, so after pondering for a while, she decided to use ginger as a detox remedy.

Before this, she had fed Yixuan a good amount of ginger soup; the liquid was hot and could both detoxify and induce sweating, accelerating the body’s metabolism.

Dong Huiying thought that this disaster was her own doing, and she busily tended to Yixuan, fearing for his safety. But now, Yixuan was alright, only to find that it was she who was in trouble.

"Fifth Brother, what’s wrong with me?"

Yixuan, having just awakened, felt his head pounding. He recollected his memories, then suddenly felt terrified.

Yue Ning was about to reply when Yixuan hastily got up, "Where is she?"

He had just strangled someone’s neck—had he lost his sanity?

Given that person’s temperament, there was likely to be a huge uproar.

Yue Ning replied with a heavy heart, "Fourth Brother just came back, it seemed like she was sick, and he took her with him, probably to the town."

Yixuan pressed on his temples and then said with concern, "No, I must catch up."

He had to apologize, if she forgave him, all would be well, but if she didn’t, considering his outrageous actions before he lost consciousness, almost strangling her to death, when she held him accountable, it would undoubtedly lead to serious trouble.

Yixuan staggered outwards, while Yue Ning vexedly ruffled his thin short hair.

"Tch, such a hassle."

Yue Ning’s face was full of impatience, but he closely followed Yixuan nonetheless.

Whether in trouble or not, brothers should stand together.

Moreover, it was already dark, and Yixuan was not well on his feet; he had to follow to make sure no mishaps befell Yixuan.