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Chapter 1228 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (11)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (110)

Following Lance's instructions, Grandma Lian prescribed a series of remedies for Song Ning.

These are not all prescriptions, but encompass many aspects.

For example, the text describes a set of fitness exercises, and even Grandma instructed Lance to let Song Ning practice them slowly after he recovered.

“At first, he might not be able to keep up, and he might not be able to last more than ten minutes. Don’t force him to do it. This set of kung fu is meant to bring out any hidden injuries in his body. Some of these injuries have affected his physical condition, so he might not be able to complete the whole set.”

She gave her careful instructions.

"As long as he can keep practicing every day, and stop when he feels he can't do it anymore, he will be able to complete a full set once his body has recovered."

Lance carefully took the note, imprinting all the words on it into his mind.

He had a strange feeling that he had memorized every word written on it and would never forget it, not even a single punctuation mark, even if he died.

Even his grandmother was worried that he wouldn't remember, "In short, just follow what I said here and let him recover slowly. He probably won't get better anytime soon after this fall. This time, he's brought out all the pain from his previous illnesses, so he won't get better too quickly."

"But this is also a good thing. If you let him take his time to recover, he will naturally recover in about half a year. Once the illness is cured, his body will be free from the pain and he can start to recover properly again."

"But you must not be impatient, and you must not make the patient impatient, understand?"

"I understand, thank you."

Phew, phew, it shouldn't be that bad, right?

Song Ning heard everything clearly even though he was in a daze. His mind was a mess and he only felt helpless.

Because he felt that Lance might be making a mountain out of a molehill. Even if he was sick, he had built up his body over the years and didn't really need to recuperate for that long.

Moreover, there's Farm No. 1 that needs his daily care, and the greenhouse at home also needs his attention.

We can't just ignore these things, can we?

They've already signed a contract with the base. If they can't deliver the crops on time, wouldn't they be breaking their promise to the base?

Why are you still thinking about these things?

The person in his arms was burning hot, yet still mumbled these words in a daze, making Lance both angry and helpless.

What's infuriating is that Song Ning doesn't seem to prioritize his health, but what's frustrating is that Song Ning is just that kind of person; he'd known that for a long time.

Lance reluctantly picked him up, making Song Ning sweat while patiently coaxing the dazed Song Ning in a soft voice.

"It's okay. You should rest when you're sick. If I'm sick, do you expect me to get out of bed every day? Hmm? Don't you feel sorry for me?"

Song Ning was still not fully conscious. Lance had removed the blanket from his body and replaced the towel on his forehead with a new wet towel. He was still struggling despite feeling dizzy.

"No, no, you need to rest when you're sick. How can I let you go to the fields? It breaks my heart to see you like this."

His vision was blurred, but he tried his best to raise his hand to touch Lance's forehead.

"Do you have a fever too? Did I infect you? Then you, then you lie down first, I'll be fine soon, I'll come and take care of you when I'm better, don't work too hard."

Lance felt both love and pity for him; his eyes were full of heartache, yet a hint of sweetness welled up in his heart.

He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against Song Ning's cheek. His blue eyes held an undisguised expression. Beads of sweat on Song Ning's forehead slightly dampened her hair, which intertwined with his.

"Then I feel sorry for you too, Ningning."

"If any of us get sick, let's not work so hard in the fields, okay? Those who are healthy can take care of the sick, okay? Let's all live well and not work so hard, okay?"

Song Ning, nestled in his arms, seemed to have some difficulty understanding such a long sentence and asked in a muffled voice.

"Are you sick? I'm not sick anymore, I'm almost better, I can take care of you."

His mind was still on Lance, and he couldn't understand or listen to what Lance was saying.

Lance was at a loss for what to do with him for a moment, but since the doctor had already left, he had no way to consult the doctor.

He found it unusually difficult to figure out how humans should date.

How can his people become completely dependent on him?

Lance lowered his eyes slightly, his breath mingling with Song Ning's hot breath, his arms holding her firmly in his embrace, wiping Song Ning's sweat from time to time.

Song Ning was very well-behaved in his arms before, but now she is slowly becoming restless, whimpering and trying to struggle out of his arms.

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

Lance tried to hold him steady, but Song Ning became even more restless.

It took him a while to finally understand what Song Ning was struggling with by pressing his lips to hers.

“I’m better. Lance is sick. He’s never been sick before, so he must be feeling terrible. I have to take care of him. He doesn’t know what it means to be sick. He must have caught it from me.”

Lance paused in his embrace, looked down, and saw that the person who had been struggling just moments before had suddenly fallen into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because I struggled while I was sick, the medication is now taking effect and I'm feeling sleepy.

He looked down at the human nestled in his arms, breathing softly, and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss Song Ning's nose and lips.

"Be kinder to yourself. I'm happy that you love me so much, but you should also love yourself more, Ningning."

"But it's okay if you can't learn to love yourself. Let me love you. I will try my best."

Song Ning's fever finally broke, and she slept soundly until almost dark the next day before waking up.

The crystal core sun continued to emit light and heat steadily. When Song Ning got up, he felt dry all over. He nodded in surprise and touched his body. There was no sweat at all.

"Didn't I have a fever?"

Did he remember it wrong?

And what about Lance?

He seemed to remember Lance coming here once, so why didn't he see him now?

Song Ning tried to get up, but before she could stand up, she felt dizzy and her legs went weak, and she almost fell down.

"Be careful! You just got over your fever and haven't eaten anything yet."

Lance appeared behind him and steadily supported him, while carefully giving him instructions.

Song Ning didn't have time to think much; she just turned her head to check on his condition.

"I remember you were sick too, weren't you? I'm better now, let me take care of you. You lie down first, I can make something to eat myself. Do you have any medicine at home?"