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Chapter 177 Who is this woman?

She was holding the door frame of the inner room, her face was as pale as paper, but it made her eyebrows and eyes look more picturesque. Her eyes seemed to contain a pool of autumn water, full of tears, but also revealing a bit of confusion and fatigue.

Her lips were slightly pale, she had lost her former beauty, but she was still very charming. Her slender figure was so weak that it seemed as if a breeze could blow her down.

Her originally rosy cheeks now looked a little thinner, with a bit of haggardness from illness, but it still couldn't hide her natural beauty.

She coughed lightly a few times, her voice soft and hoarse, which made people feel pity for her. She was like a delicate flower shivering in the cold wind, which, although weak, still exuded a unique and sad charm.

"I say let's not stand there." Qian Ming wanted to go over and support her, but he was afraid of scaring the woman. "Do you have something to boil medicine at home?"

The woman swallowed. "In the cupboard in the west wall."

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew outside, making the door creak. The wind seemed to carry tiny snowflakes.

Qian Mingduo quickly closed the door and said, "Go to bed and rest. I'll call you when you can endure it."

"I really don't know how to thank you?" the woman said softly.

"Xi Shi asked me the same question, and I told her at that time that you can marry me in return." Qian Mingduo wanted to say this, but after looking at the woman's expression, he really didn't want to provoke her.

Qian Mingduo opened a cabinet door and saw some books inside.

"In the bottom cabinet on the right." He held the door frame with one hand and touched his forehead with the other. His body began to sway slightly back and forth.

Qian Mingduo saw the woman was about to fall, so he didn't care about anything else and walked to her side. "Go back to bed and lie down."

At this moment, the woman suddenly fell forward, and Qian Mingduo quickly stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly. He held her tightly in his arms and asked loudly with concern: "Are you okay?" His tone was full of anxiety and worry. Then he asked: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

The woman replied weakly, "I'm fine." Her voice was weak. "I have dizziness and it has been like this for many years." Her face showed a painful expression, as if she was enduring great torture.

After hearing her words, Qian Mingduo immediately understood her situation. He turned sideways, bent down, and gently held her knee with one hand, and gently held her back with the other hand.

He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and carefully held the woman in his arms. The woman also subconsciously put her arms around Qian Mingduo's neck.

Qian Mingduo quickly took off his cloth shoes and walked into the bed. He gently put her on the bed. After lying down, the woman seemed to be less uncomfortable. She adjusted her breathing and wanted to sit up again.

"What do you want to do?" Qian Mingduo held her arm, "Let me help you."

"I can do it myself." She stretched out her hand, trying to reach her feet.

Qian Mingduo suddenly understood that she wanted to take off her shoes.

"Let me help you." Qian Mingduo knelt on one knee and gently took off the woman's embroidered shoes. "I just fucking like women's beautiful feet." Qian Mingduo cursed himself in his heart.

After placing the embroidered shoes neatly on the floor, Qian Mingduo hung up the curtains. "You need some fresh air, don't cover yourself up all the time."

Qian Mingduo took out a small red clay stove from the cabinet. On the stove was a small red clay pot. He turned around and asked the woman, "Is this the pot?"

Feeling that the woman didn't hear him, Qian Mingduo simply picked up the stove and the pot and walked into the inner room, "Is this it?"

"Yes!" the woman nodded.

Qian Mingduo was thinking about decocting medicine outside the house. As soon as he opened the door, he felt a biting cold wind blowing in.

"I'll go back to my room and boil some medicine for you." Qian Mingduo said softly, "It's too windy outside. I don't think I can even light a fire."

"Just fry it in the main room!" The woman said weakly, "It's okay."

"Aren't you afraid of the smell of the decoction?"

"Don't be afraid. I'll drink it anyway. I'm not afraid of the taste of the medicine."

Qian Mingduo jumped over the wall to get some firewood. He returned to the woman's main room and just as he started the fire chain, he heard the woman say, "There is clean coal in the cabinet, but no smoke."

Qian Mingduo knew what clean coal was. Even in modern society, it was a luxury item, and a top-level luxury item at that.

The best anthracite is carved into the shape of branches, with a diameter of seven or eight centimeters and different lengths. It is very easy to ignite, the flame is pink, and there is no smoke or taste.

The Spanish royal family has a special liking for clean coal, and the fireplaces in their palace use a lot of clean coal in winter.

Qian Mingduo was looking at the pink flames in front of him. He glanced at the bed. "She has all these things. Who is this woman? Damn, is she the ghost girl in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?"

Qian Mingduo felt his scalp tighten. He could not help but quietly walk to the bedside and saw the woman sleeping soundly.

"Could she be a concubine kept by a wealthy family? She shouldn't live in this shabby village. Why does she have to go to the city and build a small courtyard house?" Qian Mingduo pondered as he looked at the medicine jar.

He followed the modern method of decocting Chinese medicine, decocting a dose of medicine twice, and then combining the two doses into one.

When the medicine was no longer too hot, Qian Mingduo carefully held the medicine bowl and threw off his torn shoes. He gently sat on the edge of the bed. The woman had woken up without knowing when, and she looked at Qian Mingduo quietly.

"It seems to be better?" Qian Mingduo asked with a smile.

"Better now." Seeing the woman trying to sit up, Qian Mingduo quickly put the medicine bowl on the dressing table, held the woman's hand with one hand, and put his other hand around her waist, and helped her up.

The woman was still shaky after sitting up, so Qian Mingduo simply sat at the head of the bed and let her back lean against his chest. He turned around and took the medicine bowl in his hand, "Do you need me to feed you medicine?"

"Huh?" The woman was a little confused.

"Oh, do you want me to feed you medicine?"

"I'll do it myself!" The woman took the bowl of medicine and drank it in small sips.

Qian Mingduo glanced down and saw a bottomless cleavage under the woman's open neckline.

"You smell so good!"

"I haven't used any makeup for more than a year!" the woman said softly.

Qian Mingduo blinked quickly, "This is your body odor, I finally understand." He sighed, and the figure of Diao Chan emerged in his mind.

"I'm done."

"Oh, okay." Qian Mingduo took the medicine bowl, put it on the dressing table first, and then slowly put the woman on the bed.

"You haven't eaten yet?" the woman asked softly.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that I didn't eat a single bite of food all day." Qian Mingduo smiled, "How did you know I didn't eat anything?"

"Just now...just now when you were holding me..." The woman also smiled. "I heard your stomach rumbling."

Qian Mingduo shrugged awkwardly, "You've taken the medicine, nothing's wrong. I have to get some food when I get home." He walked out. "Call me if you have any questions."

"Wait a minute." The woman called Qian Mingduo, "I have some cakes in the cupboard, you can have some. I haven't been out these days..."

"Keep it for yourself!" Qian Mingduo felt his feet getting cold, so he hurried to the bedside to put on his shoes. When he reached the door, he whispered, "Don't boil the medicine yourself tomorrow, wait for me to come and help you. I'll come early in the morning and won't delay your medicine."

"Yeah!" Qian Mingduo heard the woman's soft answer.