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Chapter 1227 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (109)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (109)

Song Ning fell ill very suddenly.

On the evening the harvest ended, he and Lance had a long-awaited barbecue to celebrate, and the two hugged and helped each other amicably that night.

They were both very happy during this time, and even kissed while taking care of the crops in the field.

Not only was Lance feeling stifled, but Song Ning felt the same way.

So when the first batch of crops was finally harvested, they were overjoyed and, in a moment of deep emotion, they hugged and kissed for a long time.

Song Ning was enveloped by Lance's aura, her body gradually became hot, and her face turned crimson.

Lance's gaze immediately turned deep, as if he wanted to devour Song Ning.

Song Ning whispered to him if he had prepared any tools for the crime beforehand, since they had been together for so long and it was normal for something to happen.

As a result, after Lance helped him tidy up once, Song Ning fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up.

This was the first time Lance had felt so helpless. In the end, all he could do was give him a quick wash and then they cuddled up and slept together.

In the middle of the night, Lance was awakened by the burning heat emanating from Song Ning's body.

"Ningning? Ningning?"

Song Ning was half asleep when he heard Lance's voice. He tried his best to open his eyes, but his body felt so heavy and his eyelids felt like a thousand pounds, so he couldn't open them no matter what.

Soon, I felt touches on my forehead and cheeks; it was Lance's large hand.

He managed to open his eyes a crack, and through his blurry vision, he saw Lance's worried expression.

Oh, I think I'm sick.

Song Ning then realized this, and it seemed to have startled Lance, making him worry.

He stretched out his hand with great effort, which seemed like a lot to Song Ning, but in reality, he only raised his arm slightly.

Fortunately, Lance had been watching him and immediately grabbed his fingers and kissed them.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Ning blinked his eyes with difficulty; what he wanted to say was that Lance shouldn't worry too much about him.

After all, we talked about it yesterday. The fact that he is now sick means that his body thinks he is in a comfortable state of life, so it can safely unleash his old ailments.

"Being sick is a good thing, don't worry."

He thought he could appease Lance, but he never expected that in Lance's eyes, he was now lying on the bed looking weak, his forehead burning hot, his hair wet with sweat, two red patches on his face, and his eyes glazed over.

In Lance's eyes, he is now a pitiful little thing, yet he still has to try so hard to comfort himself, which makes people feel both sorry for him and helpless.

"Get some rest. Sick people shouldn't think too much."

Lance helplessly reached out to shield Song Ning's eyes from the warm light, and Song Ning, whose vision was once again plunged into darkness, fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

He was sleeping soundly, only vaguely feeling someone wiping his body, which had been sticky before, but now felt refreshed.

In his sleep, he vaguely felt Lance kiss his lips. The next second, some kind of small pill was pushed in. Song Ning obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, then continued to drift off to sleep.

“It’s good that he can take the medicine. I’ve already taken his pulse. This kid didn’t have a good life before, did he? But things have gotten better recently. I think his body is ready to get well right now. Plus, you mentioned that your farm had a good harvest recently, so he’s in a good mood.”

Next to the small crystal core sun, an elderly woman with gray hair sat upright. She took a sip of the hot water that Lance handed her and slowly began to tell Lance about Song Ning's condition.

She was the old Chinese medicine doctor, Lian's grandmother, whom Lance had gone to the base overnight to ask Captain Man for help.

Even Grandma didn't expect to be woken up in the middle of the night, but she used to be quite used to it, so when she heard that the situation was urgent, she simply sat on the black panther that the man had brought.

Strangely enough, the man and the black panther seemed to have a tacit understanding; as soon as she nodded, the black panther offered her a seat on his lap.

The journey here at breakneck speed allowed her, at her age, to experience something new and exciting.

Lance held Song Ning, blanket and all, in his arms, listening intently to Grandma Lian's words.

"So what should we do now? Can his body recover?"

Grandma Lian: "Don't worry, his current condition is actually a good thing. His body feels that the environment is better now, so he can let the pain out. If he gets better and takes good care of his body, he can live a long time."

"But you might have to work a little harder. While he's sick, try not to overwork yourself. Oh, by the way."

She glanced at Song Ning, who looked particularly petite in Lance's arms, and added casually.

"Moreover, he is forbidden from having sex. When his illness flares up, he is barely clinging to life. We need to slowly heal him and keep him healthy. It will take at least six months before he can have sex again."

She had thought Lance would at least be a little troubled, but instead she heard him nod without hesitation, "Okay."

Grandma looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't something you can just talk about. His yang energy is crucial for nourishing a person. If he loses this yang energy before his body is fully recovered, he'll have to start nourishing it all over again. So it can't be lost even once. Are you sure?"

Lance held Song Ning in his arms, his head lowered, his gaze fixed on the sick person in his arms, his tone calm.

"I know it's my fault. We had a little argument last night and it turned out like this. I'll be more careful in the future."

He was saying during the day that Song Ning's health might not be good, but he still acted willfully with humans at night. He shouldn't have done that, otherwise Ning Ning wouldn't have fallen ill because of it.

He reached out and wiped Song Ning's sweat, his tone seemingly calm but revealing obvious self-reproach.

Grandma Lian's initial suspicions vanished upon hearing his words, and she immediately felt a little embarrassed.

She could hear the self-blame in the young man's tone, but the young couple was both young, and this was normal.

When young couples are deeply in love, things will naturally happen. It's not good that the child is blaming himself so much.

She is now turning the tables and comforting Lance.

"Oh, this isn't your fault. You two are a normal couple. In fact, you're living a pretty good life. His body is feeling well, and it trusts you and believes that with you by his side, it can get sick without worry. That's why he collapsed at this time."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sigh, "These days, there aren't many people who can truly trust their partners."