Quick Wear: Ye Ye Sheng Ge

Chapter 135 The Conscious Little Puppet (21)

Jiang Ye's consciousness gradually became blurred, and this sentence kept echoing in his mind.

His body became heavier and heavier, and his eyelids seemed to be weighed down by a heavy burden, making it increasingly difficult to open them.

Although he tried hard to stay awake, he was ultimately unable to resist the onset of fainting. His eyes closed and he fell into endless darkness.

It was unknown how long it had been before Jiang Ye slowly woke up.

He barely propped himself up, looked around, and found that Zhu Guyun had woken up and was still guarding him.

"You finally woke up."

Zhu Guyun's voice came, with some worry.

Jiang Ye was delighted and looked at Zhu Guyun. He saw that his complexion had improved a lot and his wounds had healed.

Jiang Ye asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"One day and one night." Zhu Guyun replied, "Ye Ye, why did you spend so much energy to save me?"

Jiang Ye forced a weak smile and said softly, "As long as you're okay."

Zhu Guyun frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right with Jiang Ye, and asked quickly, "Ye Ye, are you okay?"

Jiang Ye shook his head slowly and replied weakly: "I'm fine... just... a little tired..."

Before he could finish his words, he closed his eyes again, as if he didn't have the strength to say another word.

Zhu Guyun stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Ye's forehead, only to feel it burning hot.

"Ye Ye, you have a fever!"

He couldn't help but shout out, then quickly helped Jiang Ye lie down, carefully covered him with a quilt, and then hurriedly ran outside to get a basin of clean water.

After Zhu Guyun soaked the towel and wrung it dry, he gently placed it on Jiang Ye's forehead.

Jiang Ye's consciousness was already a little fuzzy, but he still forced himself to cheer up and thanked Zhu Guyun in a voice so weak that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind: "Thank you, Master..."

Zhu Guyun's face was full of distress, and he gently instructed: "Don't talk, have a good rest."

Not long after, Jiang Ye fell into a deep sleep again.

Zhu Guyun sat silently beside the bed, guarding him quietly.

Looking at the face that looked haggard due to injury, Zhu Guyun's heart was filled with self-blame.

He secretly regretted himself, wondering if he hadn't been careless for a moment, how could Ye Ye have been injured?

In the next few days, Zhu Guyun took good care of Jiang Ye and almost never left his side.

However, Jiang Ye's injuries did not improve, but became more serious.

Zhu Guyun was extremely worried and decided to go out to look for herbs. He crossed mountains and rivers, searched everywhere, and finally found a herb that was said to have miraculous effects on treating fever.

Zhu Guyun carefully picked the herbs and immediately boiled them into a medicinal soup for Jiang Ye to drink.

However, after Jiang Ye drank the medicine, his fever did not subside as quickly as expected, and his condition remained worrying.

Zhu Guyun decided to take Jiang Ye to see a doctor. After a difficult journey, they arrived at a nearby town.

The doctor carefully examined Jiang Ye's condition and said that he was in good health and had no problems.

Zhu Guyun was stunned. He remembered Jiang Ye’s special identity. Yes, Ye Ye was transformed from a puppet into a human.

Is it because of this?

Zhu Guyun tried to control the puppet hanging silk belonging to Jiang Ye, and Jiang Ye hummed a few times.

Zhu Guyun seemed to see hope again, as if it really was possible.

He began to soak Jiang Ye's puppet suspension thread with medicine. Jiang Ye seemed to sense it as well. His high fever subsided and he regained consciousness.

"Owner……"