Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 380 : Caring For The Supreme General (1)

Chapter 380: Chapter 380 : Caring For The Supreme General (1)

Taking into consideration that Xiao Huang was also wounded, Zhang Fengxi decided that the best course of action was to accept Qiao Wei’s offer.

The possession victim recovered after drinking a hearty bowl of ginger soup.

Qiao Wei gave the little family several talismans before they returned home.

"Put these talismans at the outer walls of your home. They shall protect you during the festival period."

The wife bowed her head many times in thanks as she accepted the talismans.

"Master, how much do they cost?"

"It is free of charge," Qiao Wei said. "Please do not worry about it."

After the little family left, Qiao Wei and Zhang Fengxi also left the restaurant and headed back to the little house Qiao Wei spoke about.

The house was small, but it was clean and neat. Basic furniture were available, enough to accommodate visitors during a short stay.

Additionally, it had two separate bedrooms.

Qiao Wei pointed at the bedroom on the left and said, "I sleep here."

Zhang Fengxi nodded in gratitude as he hauled Xiao Huang toward the other bedroom.

"In that case, I will take the adjacent bedroom. Thanks and good night."

Zhang Fengxi found an extra mattress and quilt in a cupboard, so he laid them next to the bed and put Xiao Huang on top of it.

The tiger cub mewled at him like a spoiled kitten and rolled around the mattress happily.

"It’s late, Xiao Huang. Go to sleep."

Zhang Fengxi took off his outer robe and laid himself to sleep.

He was cold when he slipped underneath the quilt, but then as the night progressed, the temperature around him seemed to drop even lower and lower.

Faintly, he heard Xiao Huang yowling in distress.

He had half a mind to find out what was happening with his spiritual tiger, but his eyelids were so heavy. He was unable to move his limbs.

And he felt so cold.

So cold.

Did some demon sneak into the house and throw him into an icy pond?

Zhang Fengxi shivered under the quilt. He wrapped his arms around his body and pulled his legs to his chest in an attempt to preserve his body warmth.

But it was of little use...

"Cold," he mumbled.

Cold...

And then, an unfamiliar hand came and pressed against his forehead. His words were unclear. Zhang Fengxi was only able to make out one word.

"... Fever."

Oh, fever.

No wonder.

Thinking back, several days had passed since Zhang Fengxi received his wounds, yet the fever refused to claim him until tonight. It was as if his body, having held tight under stress, finally relaxed, allowing the delayed wave of illness to wash over him.

The fever burned through Zhang Fengxi, blurring the lines between reality and delirium. When the cool comfort of Qiao Wei’s hand slipped away, his hand instinctively searched for it, a confused attempt to hold onto the fleeting tether of comfort.

"Don’t go," he begged. "Please stay here."

The unexpected softness in the usually stoic supreme general’s voice melted Qiao Wei’s heart.

With no doctor readily available in the middle of the night, he decided to offer what he could -- a soothing flow of warm spiritual energy to alleviate Zhang Fengxi’s discomfort and hopefully usher in much-needed sleep.

Dawn arrived, casting a golden glow on Zhang Fengxi’s face, yet his fever refused to yield. The warmth of the rising sun seemed to mock the chill that clung to his body, a stark contrast between the promise of a new day and the persistent grip of illness.

He even started to mumble some incoherent words. Words that Qiao Wei was unable to understand.

"Aoooo..."

Xiao Huang tapped at Zhang Fengxi’s face in a dejected manner. The little tiger was visibly saddened at his master’s poor condition.

"Don’t," Qiao Wei quickly pulled Xiao Huang away from Zhang Fengxi, afraid that the little tiger might scrape Zhang Fengxi’s face out of carelessness.

"Your master is sick. Don’t bother him too much."

"Aoooo..."

Qiao Wei asked a physician to come examine Zhang Fengxi’s condition. The physician did not take long before he came up with a verdict.

"Master Qiao Wei, the patient’s body exhibits signs of distress over a prolonged time. Fever is the way for a body to rebuild and recover. Let him rest for several days, he will recover just fine."

"Thank you, Medic," Qiao Wei bowed his head. "Is there anything I can give him to make him sleep better?"

"Of course. I will prescribe him some natural healing concoctions. Please mix it into his breakfast every day until he is healed."

A tantalizing aroma, a siren song of spices and herbs, wafted through the air, weaving its way through the haze of Zhang Fengxi’s slumber. His eyes fluttered open, drawn to the heavenly scent that promised culinary delights. With a groan that betrayed his lingering weakness, he pushed himself off the bed, his curiosity outweighing his discomfort as he followed the trail of the delicious smell.

He found Qiao Wei in the small kitchen, stirring the content of a pot with slow, deliberate movements. Next to him, Xiao Huang jumped up and down like a wild hare.

"Xiao Huang, behave," Zhang Fengxi scolded his tiger.

"Aoooo!"

Xiao Huang kicked off the floor and jumped into Zhang Fengxi’s embrace like a furry cannonball.

"Ufff... Xiao Huang, what in seven hells’ name did you eat when I was sleeping? Why are you so heavy???" Zhang Fengxi protested.

"Aooooo! Aoooo!!!"

Xiao Huang’s happy calls suggested that he was happy with his weight, regardless of Zhang Fengxi’s comment.

"Good day, Sir Zhang. It’s probably my fault. I didn’t know what to feed him, so I just brought him whatever came to my mind," Qiao Wei helplessly said.

Zhang Fengxi responded with a chuckle.

"And, do you now know what to feed him?"

"Well, he ate everything I brought him. This tiger is very agreeable."

"..."

Agreeable?

Zhang Fengxi stared at Xiao Huang.

Greedy was the correct word on this occasion!

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Author’s note :

Mini theater!

Xiao Huang : I am pretty no matter what you say. I adore my wobbly stomach and plump legs.

Zhang Fengxi : Good grief. You need to go to the front line more often.

Qiao Wei : I am sorry! I am sorry!