The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader-Chapter 45

Zhao Jiangui doesn't know what he should do now.

Fortunately it's not long when Xiao Lin wakes up.

The swollen lump on his head still hasn't gone away, already excitedly seems itching to pull Zhao Jiangui out the door to run one hundred and eighty rounds.

"Great opportunity! Zhao Daxia!" Xiao Lin presses down his voice to say, "This is a great opportunity!"

Zhao Jiangui asks him, "This... What should I do?"

There are no directions in the word book, he's suddenly just at somewhat of a loss as to what to do.

Xiao Lin, "Jiaozhu was injured in order to protect you, until now you should be extraordinarily concerned!"

Zhao Jiangui, "..."

He is indeed a bit worried, but Xiao Lin still hasn't actually said the situation.

Xiao Lin, "When Jiaozhu wakes up, if he sees Zhao Daxia watching at his side day and night, going several days never resting and wasting away day by day, when you finally cannot endure it and fall asleep at his bedside, he will certainly be moved!"

Zhao Jiangui, "This..."

Xiao Lin says, "Zhao Daxia! Trust me!"

Zhao Jiangui tentatively believes him.

He moves the chair, sits down at Ji Han's bedside.

Staying seated like this without moving is actually somewhat boring. Zhao Jiangui sees that Ji Han doesn't have the slightest trace of wanting to regain consciousness, he just slightly closes his eyes, in his head he silently passes a chant for his neigong.

It's already early morning now.

Waiting this day and night he's eaten a few meals, he still can't be considered very weary. Finally he returns to Ji Han's bedside, the head maidservant thinks he's far too worried and unable to fall asleep. She tries to persuade him twice, sees that Zhao Jiangui is determinedly unwilling to go rest, and soon stealthily burns a calming scent.

Zhao Jiangui lacks study in incense, and inside Ji Han's room there is always a scent burning. He absolutely cannot distinguish the head maidservant has what kind of plaything burning after all. At this moment, he's already slightly sleepy. At last after midnight, the fragrance seems increasingly strong, Zhao Jiangui leans on the head of Ji Han's bed, unwittingly just sinking into sleep.

He guesses he probably only slept one shichen, someone coughs beside him. He opens his eyes, dawn's light is already faintly casting outside the room. He turns his head, sees Ji Han had already just woken up, only he is coughing nonstop, and can't open his mouth to speak.

The head maidservant and Xiao Lin hear the noise, hurriedly order people to go request Yan Daifu come over. The two people enter the room, and Zhao Jiangui is momentarily at a loss. He sees Ji Han coughing so severely, so he thinks to support him up, patting his back to alleviate him.

He forgets there are also injuries from the whip on Ji Han's back.

The head maidservant wants to tell him to stop, however it's already too late.

Zhao Jiangui's palm claps onto Ji Han's back, although the strength of it doesn't seem much, presumably it's still quite painful.

Ji Han painfully gasps a breath, lifts his eyes wanting to glare at him, but the coughing gets worse.

Zhao Jiangui thinks to himself, it's over, as expected the matter is done.

This idea has just gotten in his head in an instant, Ji Han already coughs out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Jiangui panics in a flash.

He pulls Xiao Lin's hand, rambling, "Yan Daifu!"

Xiao Lin says, "He should be here quickly, Zhao Daxia, you don't need to panic, ah..."

Zhao Jiangui says, "The strike of my palm made your Jiaozhu spit blood, ah!"

The head maidservant doesn't panic and doesn't get muddled, she pours a cup of hot water and comes over, slowly helps Ji Han drink. Ji Han stops coughing, and Yan Daifu soon rushes in.

All involved without fixed duties rush out the door.

Zhao Jiangui is extremely upset.

Disheartened, he whispers to Xiao Lin, "I messed this thing up."

Xiao Lin consoles him, "Zhao Daxia, you don't need to blame yourself this way."

Zhao Jiangui, "Don't talk sentimentally, now I'm afraid Ji Han must hate me."

Xiao Lin, "...Zhao Daxia, don't worry, our Jiaozhu isn't that petty a person."

Zhao Jiangui only feels his heart is like dead ashes,* "What should I do that would be alright nowadays."

Xiao Lin fishes out a pouch of pine nut candy from his chest.

"Zhao Daxia, don't worry, I still truly have a way." His tone is ordinary, seeming to look quite assured, "Jiaozhu, he hates bitterness. He doesn't like taking medicine, so you bring this pouch of candy, wait until when Jiaozhu has to take his medicine, then it's good to give him the candy."

Zhao Jiangui finally holds a thread of hope, his face full of anxiety as he receives that pouch of candy.

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*totally apathetic