Guangji Temple, Rear Courtyard
Song Qingchao and her party had been here for nearly half a month.
Song Qingchao had not slept for another night.
Not only did she have to ensure the safety of the logistics and personnel in the county, but she also helped take care of the patients in the courtyard.
Tonight,
the patient she was caring for had been vomiting and having diarrhea, and it had been nearly all night before they finally settled down.
She finally walked out of the ward unsteadily, leaned against the doorframe, and slid down, sitting directly on the threshold.
In the rear courtyard, besides the three doctors Bai You'an, Xiang Yunling, and Lin Tingwan, there were a few young pharmacy assistants, then her and a few guards.
Song Qingmu and Liu Zhe'er were frail, so she directly assigned them to the Lin family's supermarket to help with management.
But honestly, she had been so busy lately that she hadn't seen Bai You'an and the others for a long time.
"Don't sleep here."
"Huh?" Song Qingchao responded drowsily, then felt someone pulling her arm.
She was so tired that she didn't even want to open her eyes, shaking him off and pulling her arm back.
"Miss Song, you'll catch a cold sleeping here."
"It's fine." She mumbled, "If I'm too far away, I won't hear them calling me."
After speaking, she leaned on the doorframe again.
Bai You'an helplessly looked down at her, then bent down and picked her up.
Song Qingchao was startled awake.
She shivered, opened her eyes, and saw Bai You'an. "Why are you here? Aren't you busy?"
"Not busy." Bai You'an glanced at her. "I'm taking you to sleep properly. The hot water is ready. You stink."
Song Qingchao curiously pulled her sleeve up and sniffed it. "No, I smell fine."
"If I say you stink, then you stink." Bai You'an retorted impolitely.
Song Qingchao immediately understood what he intended to do, and her feet began to kick restlessly. "Put me down. A little girl has been causing trouble all night. It won't do if I leave."
Bai You'an's tone was full of indulgence, but he still held Song Qingchao's waist tightly. "Do you really think you're Superman? You said yourself how long you haven't rested, running around like a top. I'm worried you'll be the next one to get sick."
Song Qingchao muttered, "I'm very healthy!"
"I hope so. Don't cause me any trouble." Bai You'an's grip tightened, pinning Song Qingchao so she could only kick the air with her small feet, squirming like a cocoon.
He directly carried Song Qingchao into her bedroom and unceremoniously threw her onto the bed. "Wash up, go to sleep."
Song Qingchao looked up at him, then suddenly stood up and darted to his left.
She was fast, but Bai You'an was faster.
He caught her directly in his arms.
"What? Throwing yourself into my arms?"
His voice was still lazy, with a teasing undertone.
Song Qingchao hurriedly broke free from his embrace, exasperated. "Bai You'an, what exactly do you want? I told you I'm not sleeping!"
Bai You'an did not back down at all. He stood directly in front of Song Qingchao.
If she went left, he went left.
If she went right, he went right.
Finally, Song Qingchao, exhausted, sat on the bed and glared at him. "Are you done yet?"
Bai You'an slowly nodded, his "Mm" sounding extremely heavy. "Not done."
He strode forward, his tone softening. "Don't worry about that side. Someone is watching. What you need to do now is take a good bath and then sleep. After you wake up, tell them to rest."
Song Qingchao looked at him with half-belief. "You're not lying to me?"
Bai You'an couldn't help but chuckle. "Why would I lie to you?"
He pointed to the prepared bath tub behind them. "Hurry up, it'll get cold soon. What, do you need me to help you change?"
Song Qingchao immediately pulled her clothes tighter and turned her face away. "Get out!"
Bai You'an chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, I'll get out."
As he reached the doorway, he turned back, threw something at Song Qingchao, and left.
Song Qingchao instinctively caught what he threw.
It even dangled a little by accident.
When she saw what was in her hand, she couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.
What Bai You'an had thrown was a bag filled with a lot of *suan zaoren* (semen ziziphi spinosae).
Song Qingchao picked one out, put it in her mouth, and then slowly chewed as she walked towards the bathroom.
Bai You'an did have a point.
She couldn't keep watch all the time. It wouldn't be of any use and would only wear her out.
She slowly took off her clothes and finally sank into the warm water, sighing with satisfaction.
To have a hot bath in such an environment was truly fortunate.
Before long, she leaned her head against the wooden tub, feeling drowsy.
The urge to sleep hit her like a tidal wave. Her eyes kept drooping, and finally, she couldn't resist and closed them.
"Miss Song!"
Song Qingchao woke up abruptly, then clutched her body and sat up straight.
Why was Bai You'an calling her?
She looked around, and Bai You'an's voice came again. "Stop looking. I'm outside. Hurry up and get out of the tub, don't make me come in and get you."
Hearing this, Song Qingchao's face instantly turned red.
She immediately pulled off a piece of clothing that was draped to the side, her voice stammering, "Don't come in!"
Bai You'an sat by the window, looking up at the soft moonlight, but couldn't hide the smile on his lips.
He didn't look, but he continued to tease Song Qingchao.
Startled, Song Qingchao hastily put on her clothes and burrowed under the covers.
She pouted on the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt. "Okay, I'm done washing. I'm going to sleep now. Can you leave?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared at the window, startling Song Qingchao so much that she almost fell over.
In the blink of an eye, Bai You'an walked in holding a towel. "You're going to sleep without drying your hair? Do you want a headache?"
"I'll dry it!" Song Qingchao snatched the towel from his hand and rubbed it on her head. "You can leave now."
Bai You'an looked at her helplessly, then took the towel and began to dry her hair, turning it into a bird's nest.
"Lie down, I'll dry it for you."
He ignored Song Qingchao's agreement or disagreement, pushed her head down, and began drying.
Song Qingchao tried to struggle, but he threatened her, "Don't move, if you move again I'll!"
"You'll what?"
Song Qingchao was instantly angered. What kind of person was this?
But then she thought about it. Someone was serving her for free, so why shouldn't she enjoy it?
Having figured this out, Song Qingchao naturally began to enjoy Bai You'an drying her hair.
When it felt comfortable, she even hummed softly, her lips curling in satisfaction.
However, as her hair was almost dry, Song Qingchao still hadn't closed her eyes, staring at Bai You'an with her round eyes.
Bai You'an raised an eyebrow. "Song Qingchao, are you going to sleep or not?"
"How can I sleep with you here?" She gave Bai You'an a blatant glare, then angrily closed her eyes.
She cursed inwardly, but unintentionally rubbed her hand against Bai You'an's.
"Hey, do you think we can really get through this?"
Song Qingchao vaguely grunted through her nose.
Bai You'an's gentle gaze fell on her face. "Yes. In a few more days, it should be ready for large-scale use."
"What!"
Song Qingchao sat up abruptly, accidentally bumping Bai You'an's chin.
She rubbed her forehead. "You mean the prescription is ready!?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Bai You'an endured the pain in his chin and pulled Song Qingchao closer. "Yes, otherwise why would I come to find you?"
"That's wonderful."
Song Qingchao felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. "Once the temple people have used it, we'll send the medicinal materials to the county town, and also..."
Her voice gradually faded, and she eventually slumped onto Bai You'an, her breathing becoming steady.
Bai You'an looked at her, his face softening.
He lowered his head slightly, gently cradled Song Qingchao's head with his hand, and moved her onto the bed, carefully tucking the quilt around her.
Before leaving, he also lit a calming incense in the nearby censer.
Although he had been busy in the pharmacy, he knew that this young girl must not have been idle.
Bai You'an, who had come out the door, turned back and gently closed it.
He walked to the window and looked from afar at the sleeping woman on the bed, who was rolling over and pulling the quilt over herself, her small feet also sticking out of the bed.
The smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed.
He shook his stiff neck, his bones making cracking sounds.
He too had not slept all night.