Xu Hang wiped it a few times, then washed it again and wiped it again. After repeating this several times, the redness and swelling subsided significantly, and Qingyi finally opened her eyes slowly.

"Lived on, lived on, awake! Awake!" The crowd clapped their hands in astonishment.

Qingyi was helped up by Hongniang, rubbing her temples. After listening to the weeping words of Hongniang on the side, Qingyi nodded at Xu Hang and said, "Thank you... Doctor. I've been very careful with this illness before, but today... it seems to have resurfaced."

Xu Hang had already stood up at this point and inserted another handkerchief casually. He calmly said, "Your symptoms of a dry and hot throat¹ are quite severe. Now that spring has arrived, it is naturally difficult to prevent. Prepare a prescription containing dangshen, chaihu, wumei, and wuweizi as the base, add lianqiao, yinhua, gancao, and pugongying, drink several doses, and you will be fine."

After finishing, Lengyan glanced at the class leader standing on the side, stretching his neck, then turned back to Qingyi and said, "Other pharmacies won't take it, but He Ming Pharmacy will; other doctors won't treat it, but He Ming Pharmacy will."

Amidst the chaos, someone finally recognized the person at the center of it all as the head of Crane's Song Medicine Hall. Upon this realization, a sense of admiration grew in their hearts.

The people knew that he was slapping the face of the class leader with his words, and they secretly rejoiced in their hearts.

The headmaster's old face couldn't hold up anymore. He waved his hand and muttered, "A perfectly fine theater, how did pollen find its way in? Ridiculous!"

On the side, the disciple next to him sniffled and added, "Hmm, it smells like peonies..."

End of performance.

After leaving the troupe of the Hundred Flowers Theater, the Ford car at the entrance had already grown impatient, honking its horn twice. Xu Hang lowered his gaze, opened the car door, and got in.

As soon as he sat down, his waist was pulled by Duan Yelin and pressed against his chest. Duan Yelin's seductive voice whispered in Xu Hang's ear, "Don't forget what you said. I'll take care of the rest after you go to save the person."

Xu Hang's fingertips were pinching Duan Yelin's hand back, and after a moment he softly responded, "Mmm."

"Is it Xiaotong Guan or Jinyan Hall?"

Xu Hang glanced at Qiao Song sitting in the driver's seat, making Qiao Song feel a chill down his spine. He could only stare firmly ahead, driving as if he were deaf.

"...Little Copper Pass."

Actually, Xu Hang was not looking at Qiao Song, but at the rearview mirror in the car. In the mirror, he could see the entrance of Baihua Troupe, where Gu Fangfei was standing thoughtfully, watching their car getting farther and farther away.

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On that evening, Duan Yelin almost exhausted Xu Hang, being both ruthless and aggressive. Surprisingly, Xu Hang even managed to bite a hole through the bedsheet.

After midnight, when he was pressed against the windowsill, Xu Hang looked at the lights shining through the windows of the cigarette factory across. The light bulbs might have been there for some time, occasionally flickering, flickering. As Xu Hang endured the waves brought by Duanyelin, he felt like the light bulb, uncertain whether he would shine or extinguish.

Ten fingers were tightly pressed against the window sill, with fine beads of sweat on the forehead. The sweat, shed by Duanyelin, trickled down the arched back, following the meandering spine and disappearing along the creases.

Finally, the light went out. Xu Hang also felt that he had reached the end of his endurance. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Duǎn Yèlín gǎnjué huái lǐ de rén yī ruǎn, yǎnmíng shǒukuài de bǎ rén yī lāo, guǒ jiàn jiù yūn guòqu le. Tā wēi tàn le yī kǒu qì, bǎ tā lán yāo bào qǐlái, wǎng yùshì lǐ zǒu qù.

Segment Yelin felt the person in his arms go limp, and with quick eyes and hands, he scooped them up just in time before they fainted. He let out a sigh and carried them in his arms, walking towards the bathroom.

After every time, he would always take a bath. This was a habit of Duan Yelin's.

Because he knew Xu Hang really wanted to clean himself up, it's just that he had never expressed it before. He would always wait until Duan Yelin left before eagerly rushing to take a shower. So Duan Yelin simply took the trouble to help him wash, no matter how tired or late it was.

In the warm water, he cleans every inch of Xu Hang's body, but the cleaner he makes it, the more he wants to make it dirtier.

Just like four years ago when he gave the best piece of land in Hezhou City to Jin Hongchang and said to him, "If Xu Hang wants it, no one is allowed to touch him—"

That was the first time in his life that he arrogantly used his position for personal gain; later, for the sake of Xu Hang, he killed Jin Hongchang, which was again the first time in his life that he abused his power of life and death.

Sigh... Duan Yelin kissed Xu Hang's damp hair, feeling as if he had walked straight out of The Western Chamber, just like in the stories of star-crossed lovers from a past life meeting again in the present.

Dry Grass Fever: Pollen Allergy.