The Rest Of My Life Is For You Chapter 1571 - Bengbeng, I Feel Bad..

Chapter 1571: Bengbeng, I Feel Bad..

Qi Yan’s eyes lit up!

His entire state was different.

But when he met Tan Beng Beng’s pained gaze, he immediately became listless and leaned into her embrace.

“Beng Beng, I feel bad…”

“Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Is it heat stroke? Wait for me under the tree for a while, I’ll Go Get You an ice pack and medicine!”Tan Beng said anxiously.

Just as she was about to let go, Qi Yan grabbed her tightly.

“I don’t want anything, don’t leave me behind again, I’m Scared.”His devilish double-colored eyes blinked, his expression was extremely insecure.

Seeing his face turn red and white, Tan Bengbeng’s heart ached terribly.

She hurriedly helped him up.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’ll help you in first. There’s a fan in the room, your body temperature is very high, and your clothes are wet, you need to change quickly.”Tan Bengbeng said as she placed his arm on her shoulder.

Qi Yan hugged her. Not to mention heatstroke, even if he was poisoned, he would still be able to come back to life.

However, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mo Yongheng standing under the eaves of the corridor with a black face. He immediately became listless and hung onto Tan Bengbeng’s body with his last breath. It was as if he would die in the next second!

The light in his eyes also dimmed as he spoke in a hazy voice.

“I’d better not go in. Your Brother will be angry. It wasn’t easy for you two to get to know each other. You Can’t ruin your brother-sister relations.h.i.+p just because of me…”

His tone was considerate and sincere.

Tan Bengbeng felt guilty again.

Qi Yan was trying his best to please her brother. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel it.

Initially, she also felt that his att.i.tude toward her brother was too bad, so it was good for her brother to vent his anger.

But now that she saw Qi Yan like this, her heart throbbed again.

“Don’t talk anymore. I’ll bring you to change.”

Tan Bengbeng helped him into the room. When they pa.s.sed by the corridor, Mo Yongheng’s thin lips quivered. He took one last look at Qi Yan’s face, which was covered in night sweat, but he still didn’t say anything.

Mo Yongheng was shocked.

He was shocked that Qi Yan would stay behind and really go to the corner to face the wall.

He was shocked by the bright sun outside. It was completely different from the situation when Qi Yan pranked him and made him face the wall. However, Qi Yan had persisted for so long.

One had to know that if heat stroke was not treated in time, the problem could be big or small, and it could even take his life!

Qi Yan was the medicine king. How could he not feel the symptoms of heat stroke?

He actually gritted his teeth and endured it. If not for Beng Beng finding out, how long would he be prepared to endure it?

Mo Yongheng did not dare to think about the answer, because he always felt that Qi Yan was crazy and might really not be afraid of death.

He turned around and looked at Qi Yan, who was lying on the sofa in the living room near Tan Bengbeng. He frowned.

Just as he was about to say something, Tan Bengbeng turned around and asked him.

“Brother, is there a medicine box or an ice pack at home?”

“No one has lived here for many years. Why would there be such things?”Mo Yongheng said indifferently. He thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“There should be some old clothes in the wardrobe. We can let him change into them first. However, they are all dead people’s clothes, if the medicine king doesn’t mind.”

“…”

Tan Bengbeng was also stunned. She lowered her eyes and looked at Qi Yan.

She used her eyes to ask him what he meant.

She and her brother were back to wors.h.i.+p the ancestors today, so they didn’t prepare many things.

The weather was hot, and everyone was wearing a single piece of clothing. It wasn’t like they could lend him a coat in winter.

Now, if he wanted to change clothes for him, he could only take the old clothes from the ancestral residence, but those clothes were not the clothes of a dead person, but just the fact that they had not been worn or washed for so many years was enough to make him feel uncomfortable.