Youxuan held him in her arms, using her icy hands to touch his forehead and face to physically cool him down.
There were no medicines here. Initially, she wanted to ask the people outside to send some medicine in, or it would be acceptable if they agreed to let her go to the medical room to get some.
But both requests had been denied.
The members of the Flying Eagle gang did not agree to run errands for a mere servant or send messages.
Nor did they agree to let a hostage move alone, out of their sight.
Since the feverish and injured one was a servant, even if he truly died, the country wouldn't care, and they wouldn't bother about Elisa's life or death.
"Why are you so foolish? You still won't leave despite burning up like this…" Youxuan, holding him, said to him, "Once we are safe and back home, you will no longer be a servant of the Zhu residence. I want to become sworn siblings with you, recognizing you as my sister."
"Cough cough…"
Sheng Hanyu choked.
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