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Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Was it Poisonous?

Saying this, I brought the simple water container made of leaves to his lips and said, “You drink some

water first, I’ll roast some mushrooms for you later.”

His lips had already become somewhat parched. After taking a few sips of water, his complexion Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

improved a bit. However, his attention seemed to be constantly on me. He looked at me and said. “I

thought you wouldn’t come back.”

I was slightly taken aback, puzzled by his words. I couldn’t help but say, “What are you talking about?

How could I not come back? You’re so sick, if I were to abandon you, wouldn’t I be unworthy of being a

human?”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he said helplessly, “No, I’m a burden to you like this. You’ll

find a way out faster if you go alone than if you take me with you.”

I couldn’t understand his thought process. I gave him water to drink, and touched his clothes, most of

which had been dried by the fire. I checked his leg again, it was swelling even more severely.

Looking at the situation, I looked at him and said, “You lie down first, I’ll prepare some food, and then I’ll

help you treat your wound.”

He grunted, it was unclear if he had been forcing himself all along. His face was so pale at the moment

that it seemed like he would faint the

next second.

Indeed, however, he didn’t faint, but rather closed his eyes and leaned against the fire. I was busy

dealing with the mushrooms and medicinal herbs I had picked up.

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I found a thin skewer and threaded the edible mushrooms together, slowly roasting them by the fire.

Then, I found a stone to grind the medicinal herbs I had picked. Since I didn’t have any gauze, I found

some vines and leaves.

When I came back, I saw Daniel still had his eyes closed. I quietly approached him and softly called

out, “Mr. Monroe.”

He didn’t respond, so I reached out to check his breathing. Thankfully, it was steady, which eased my

worries. It seemed he was asleep. I rolled up his pant leg and applied the crushed medicine to his pus-

filled lower leg. Perhaps the medicine was too cold, as he suddenly opened his eyes. His dark, cold

gaze shot towards me, and due to his instinctive movement, the medicine I had just applied was

knocked to the ground.

I felt a pang of heartache, looking at him with furrowed brows. When I met his weak yet guarded gaze, I

couldn’t help but soften, asking, “Did I wake you?”

Perhaps recognizing me, he paused for a few seconds, his gaze then softened, asking, “What are you

doing?”

Fortunately, I had picked a lot of herbs. Although some were lost, there were still enough. I bent down

to continue applying the medicine to him and began to explain, “I’m helping you treat your wound.

These herbs have anti-inflammatory and analgesic effects. I can’t do anything else for your injury, I can

only help you alleviate the pain. It might hurt a bit, but bear with it. Once it’s bandaged, you’ll be fine.”

He didn’t speak, he just watched me operate intently.

After I finished, I took a look. The bandaging was somewhat ugly. I wasn’t a doctor, and I didn’t have

any medical tools, so his lower leg looked a bit like it was wrapped in an ugly layer of bark. It really

wasn’t very aesthetically pleasing.

Seeing him staring at the bandaged leg I had treated, I felt a bit guilty and embarrassed. I looked at him

and said, “It may look ugly, but this medicine really works. Please don’t despise it.”

His gaze was drawn away from my legs, his dark eyes fixed on me. His dry lips parted slightly, uttering

two words, “Beautiful!”

I kind of wanted to, but shook my head, afraid that he would continue to focus on my unimpressive

skills. I handed him the mushrooms that were already roasted and juicy, saying, “Eat some, replenish

your strength.”

He nodded, took it and took a bite, then passed it to me, saying, “You eat too.”

I roasted quite a few mushrooms, watching him shake his head, I said, “No need, there are still a lot

here.” After saying that, I picked up another skewer and started eating again.

Seeing this, he didn’t say much and quietly ate.

Seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but say, “Aren’t you afraid these mushrooms are poisonous? You

just ate them without asking?” When I was applying medicine to him earlier, he was very cautious. But

with these mushrooms, he just put them in his mouth without any precautions.

Only when he heard me ask did he look at me, a serious expression on his face, “Is it poisonous?”

I…

Amused by his antics, I laughed and shook my head, saying, “No, eat without worry.”

He looked at me, his dark eyes deep, “You haven’t told me, why did you flee to the primeval forest in

the past?”