The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension
Chapter 151 - 144 Three Days and Three Nights

Chapter 151: Chapter 144 Three Days and Three Nights

"Do you feel better now?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao pressed her hand on his forehead.

"A bit."

The pain in his body had eased, and the headache too.

He felt tired, weak, and a bit sleepy, but being back in the warm room made him feel better.

"That’s good. Make him some porridge. He needs to eat to recover faster. It looks like we’ve won—Song Moting’s strength has overcome the injury. I’m proud to say Song Moting has come back to life."

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt proud of herself, though a little guilty inside.

She largely believed it wasn’t her medical skills that saved Song Moting; it had something to do with the peach.

The greatest possibility was that the space helped.

Otherwise, even the world’s top doctors wouldn’t be able to do anything here.

Could you conjure up medicine or something?

Everyone cheered immediately.

"Alright, I’ll go make porridge. Xiao Xiao, you rest for a bit. You’ll eat and then sleep; we’ll take care of Song Moting. You worked hard all night; you are indeed our hero."

Jia Shu hurriedly went to make porridge.

Gu Dali nodded, "I’ll go help. Jiang Xiaoxiao, you are amazing."

He gave her a thumbs up and headed to the kitchen.

He Aiguo fed Song Moting some water. Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao’s pale face with guilt, knowing it was his fault that Jiang Xiaoxiao was exhausted.

"You should rest! They’re here."

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head, "I’ll check your wound now. Sleeping now and waking up later for food is too much trouble! I might as well take the opportunity to check your wound, then wait to eat and sleep afterwards. Otherwise, I can’t sleep soundly."

Jiang Xiaoxiao stepped forward and lifted his clothes, which were really tattered. Earlier, she had draped a coat over him.

Then, she focused on removing the bandages used to fix the medication, carefully uncovering the gauze covering the wound. She was astonished to see that the original bright red color around the wound had faded. Though it was only one night, the wound had already healed?

Impossible?

With a careful inspection, He Aiguo exclaimed.

"Song Moting, your recovery ability is amazing! You recovered this much in just one night. Incredible."

Jiang Xiaoxiao was speechless, knowing this would stir up trouble.

All caused by the peach.

She knew the peach had strong functions, but it was too powerful.

Song Moting couldn’t see the wound himself, "I’ve been strong since I was young. Even my grandparents say my physique is better than most people, so I recover faster. Others have to stay in bed for three days when injured, but I can jump around immediately without issue."

She hummed satisfactorily.

Song Moting’s explanation was timely.

Saves her the trouble of explaining.

"Some people just recover faster than average, just like some are allergic to eggs while some are not. People’s constitutions differ.

Brother Song is one in ten thousand like that."

Song Moting felt a faint joy, seeing the small curve at Jiang Xiaoxiao’s lips warmed his heart.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the wound, seeing that her skills hadn’t deteriorated. She tossed the gauze aside and bent over to examine the wound closely.

The wound now looked very clean.

To be sure, she cleaned the wound again.

Then continued to cover it with gauze to let it recover slowly.

His body was sweating.

Jiang Xiaoxiao noted it, as it indicated his fever and pain were subsiding.

This was a good sign.

As the pain-relieving and healing red potion and simple medication began working, Song Moting murmured with relief.

"Feels great."

Like he had died once.

"I know."

She pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.

"All you need to do now is lie down and rest, let your body heal. Sleep if you want, don’t worry about anything."

He frowned, holding back the sharp pain from the wound, "I feel much better."

Jiang Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief; Song Moting seemed fine indeed.

After eating porridge, Jiang Xiaoxiao was urged by everyone to go back to sleep.

Song Moting was reluctant, but he knew Jiang Xiaoxiao was exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, so he asked Jia Shu to take Jiang Xiaoxiao back.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked out of the courtyard, stretched, and felt the wind and snow were still strong.

But it was much better than last night.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao woke up, it was dark outside.

Jia Shu’s worried eyes caught hers, "Xiao Xiao, you finally woke up!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat up, feeling much more energized.

"What’s wrong? I just took a nap, and you’re making a fuss?"

Jia Shu couldn’t hide her worried face.

"Well, drink some water first. I’ll go get you porridge right away."

Jia Shu handed her a bowl of water and shouted outside.

"Xiao Xiao woke up!"

Soon, the room was filled with people.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was startled, "What’s going on?"

Everyone stared at her nervously.

"What’s wrong? I just took a nap, and you’re all..."

"Jia Shu, don’t go. I’ll go to the kitchen."

He Aiguo volunteered to get porridge.

Then, Song Moting was helped to sit on the bed.

"Why did you get up? Be careful with your wound. We’re short on medicine here. What if the wound tears again?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao yelled urgently, frustrated that she worked so hard, wasting a peach to save someone.

Not appreciating her effort!

"You also scared us. The wound’s almost healed; don’t worry."

Song Moting’s eyes showed some anxiety.

Jiang Xiaoxiao abruptly grabbed Song Moting’s wrist, making everyone hold their breath.

Her fingers searched his pulse attentively, nodding satisfactorily.

"It truly recovered well. But too fast! If I’m not mistaken, your wound should have the stitches removed."

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s chatter made Song Moting’s eyes flash with amusement.

Her hand carried a peculiar, warm, exciting inexplicable power, unforgettable to him.

He longed for every slight touch from her; no other women had skin as smooth and soft as hers.

"The stitches are already removed!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao shouted.

"What? Who removed them?"

Someone stole her job.

She glared fiercely at the others.

Gu Dali avoided her gaze.

"Was it you? I only slept a day, and you removed stitches! At least a week! Or there will be trouble. What if the wound reopens?"

Gu Dali swallowed nervously.

Hardly facing the accusation, he said he couldn’t help.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao, sister, yes, I removed them, but only because Song Moting wanted it. You slept for three days and nights, and Song Moting checked his wound through the mirror, saying the stitches could be removed. It’s not my fault."

Jiang Xiaoxiao pointed to herself, "I slept for three days and nights?"

Impossible.

She felt no discomfort, wasn’t hungry or dizzy, nor had any symptoms of sleeping too long.

Simply felt like she had taken a nap.

And felt very comfortable.

"Really!"

Song Moting answered solemnly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but believe him.

She might doubt others, but Song Moting wasn’t one to talk nonsense.

It meant she truly slept for three days and nights.

This was too... exaggerated.

She’d done surgeries.

Even after two consecutive surgeries, she hadn’t slept this long.