114: Chapter 114 Fever

With a soft body held in his arms, Zhao Feng noticed something was wrong.

A faint, delicate fragrance came from her, but it was not like Luo Ying's.

Although Luo Ying often went without makeup, her clothes were always scented with the fragrance of Xianya flowers, and this scent was completely different from Luo Ying's.

Sure enough, this woman had delicate features; unlike Luo Ying, who had a bit of baby fat, she had a melon-seed-shaped face.

"Ah!" Zhao Feng pushed the woman away and exclaimed, "I am terribly sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

"Urgh!" The woman glanced at Zhao Feng, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed limply.

Zhao Feng frowned helplessly and had no choice but to catch her, then channeled his spiritual power into her body to check her injuries.

"These injuries are truly terrible!" Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly. Her internal organs had almost all been displaced.

The internal Qi within her body had been almost entirely scattered, and there was an overbearing, scorching internal Qi rampaging inside her.

Zhao Feng tried to expel that internal Qi, but to his surprise, the internal Qi seemed to possess a certain intelligence.

After the initial clash, it actually dodged around inside the woman's body, refusing to clash head-on with Zhao Feng.

"How strange!" Zhao Feng wondered to himself.

Theoretically, spiritual power was superior to internal Qi in essence, and internal Qi usually lacked intelligence; this overbearing internal Qi was truly difficult to deal with.

Unable to handle the internal Qi, the injuries naturally could not be treated, and Zhao Feng even had to use his spiritual power to protect her internal organs to keep her from dying.

To be honest, having been an ordinary person in his past life, no one could just watch a weak woman die when they had the ability to help.

Zhao Feng could not be called a great philanthropist, but he was not a heinous villain either, so naturally, he would not stand idly by.

Moreover, as long as he was in the sunlight, his Steel Body could absorb solar radiation, providing a continuous supply of spiritual power, so he was in no danger of running out.

But with things this way, how was he to find Luo Ying?

Judging by what the woodcutter had said, the county town was nearby, so he would first settle this woman there and then return to search a few more times.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Feng acted decisively.

He flew into mid-air to identify the direction of the county town, then quickly took the woman to the county town, opened a guest room, settled her in, and only then returned.

Returning to Li Family Village, besides ruined walls and broken tiles, there was nothing left; the villagers seemed to have moved away entirely.

The burning spiritual fire had already extinguished, and the bloodstains had begun to turn black.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng smelled that scent of Xianya flowers again.

With his super sense of smell, a broken trail formed in his mind.

Zhao Feng pricked up his ears—the roars of animals, the chirping of birds, the voices of people... but he still did not hear Luo Ying's voice.

He had no choice but to follow the scent.

After traveling through the forest for a while, the scent went straight up into the sky, but the wind was always blowing in the sky, and now, he could no longer smell any fragrance at all.

Although somewhat frustrated, Zhao Feng at least knew that Luo Ying was not dead, but had been taken away by someone.

Such information did not mean Luo Ying was out of danger, but it was not without hope—he had to find her!

Having lost the trail, Zhao Feng had no choice but to return to the county town and head back to the inn.

Back in the guest room, the woman had still not woken up. Although the spiritual power in her body had not dissipated, Zhao Feng injected more spiritual power into her again.

Only now did Zhao Feng get a clear look at the woman.

This woman had a tall and curvaceous figure. Her skin was exceptionally fair, like milk, appearing even brighter in contrast to her jet-black hair.

Beneath two long, thin willow-leaf eyebrows, her eyes were tightly shut. Her cherry-red mouth seemed to be bitten hard, as if she were in extreme pain.

"She is quite a beautiful young woman," Zhao Feng praised inwardly.

Although he praised her in his heart, he had no evil thoughts, instead pondering that strange internal Qi.

The woman wore a short blade with a silver scabbard at her waist. Although her fingers were fair and delicate, the insides of her thumbs had traces of years of sword practice, so she was likely a Jianghu practitioner.

Zhao Feng had met those who Cultivate, but he had never seen a Jianghu person like this. Did this place also have those miraculous martial arts?

Zhao Feng was very curious to see a martial arts Secret Manual and see what these Jianghu people's internal Qi was all about.

Beneath the injured woman's full chest, there seemed to be the outline of a book; it might be a Secret Manual, but that area was quite difficult to reach.

Just as his mind was wandering, Zhao Feng suddenly heard a weak, low cry: "Pervert!"

It was the woman who had woken up.

The newly awakened woman opened her eyes to see a man leering at her chest. Naturally, she was greatly alarmed.

After exclaiming, she became anxious and angry, and fainted again.

"Uh!" Zhao Feng felt helpless; he truly couldn't clear his name now. Although, to be honest, that full curve had indeed made his mind wander for a second.

By nightfall, the woman had still not woken up, but her face began to flush with an unnatural red.

Hearing her weak groans, Zhao Feng quickly walked over to check on her.

Her forehead was hot; it seemed she had a fever.

A fever meant there was inflammation in her body. Zhao Feng's spiritual power could not resolve such a natural bodily reaction, and there were no doctors open for consultations at this hour, so he had to place a wet towel on her forehead to cool her down physically.

Whenever the wet towel became warm, Zhao Feng would use weak ice-attribute spiritual power to lower the temperature again.

This situation continued for an entire night. During this time, the woman mumbled many things in her sleep. Those few weak calls of "Mother" stirred his pity, but he really had no way to help her with the illness.

Fortunately, this situation finally improved by morning. However, Zhao Feng did not dare to be negligent and went to invite an old doctor with a graying beard.

The old doctor's withered fingers rested on the woman's fair wrist. After a while, he looked at the woman's complexion before speaking tremblingly: "Young man, your little wife is lucky to have met me.

Her high fever is easy to treat. I have a prescription here; you follow it to get the medicine, and as long as she takes it for three consecutive days, I guarantee she will be well. As for this palm strike injury, I am afraid this old man is powerless."

After saying this, he took out a brush, a piece of ink, and an inkstone.

Zhao Feng hurriedly took them and ground the ink for the old doctor.

The old doctor looked at him in surprise, shook his head, and said: "You are a good young man. I will also write a prescription for you: Bupleurum, Angelica."

After saying this, he ignored him and waited for the ink to be ground.

Holding the brush, the old doctor did not hesitate and quickly wrote down several medicinal ingredients on the paper, then reached out his hand and smiled, saying: "Young man, that will be five qian of silver."

Zhao Feng handed over the silver. The old doctor weighed it with a smile before saying: "Go and get the medicine quickly; your little wife cannot hold on much longer."

After saying this, he took his leave tremblingly.

Zhao Feng naturally went to get the medicine.

The woman woke up groggily twice, but did not see Zhao Feng, and fell into a deep sleep again.