I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

hly frightened.
Lots of fresh blood spilled out from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the pillow.
The flow of blood seemed to be unstoppable, and the warm blood completely stained her hand.

All at once, she was a little dazed, and her entire person was trembling.
She hurriedly released the hand that was squeezing Mister Long’s chin.
She no longer had any thoughts of drinking the spirit pork bone broth anymore, and only ran hurriedly to the chests and retrieved the ginseng that didn’t look good, but was the best they had.
With shaking hands, she cut a large piece and stuffed it rather roughly into Mister Long’s mouth.

“Mister Long, Mister Long…” Mu Wanwan whispered his name and said in a flustered manner as if chanting a spell, “Let the blood stop quickly, let the blood stop quickly.”　　

She was truly very anxious.
His tail had rotten again only yesterday, and he was now vomiting blood today.
Mu Wanwan felt that her little heart was not enough for this dragon to toy with.
The book had stated that he would wake, but had not described much of his tragic situation for the next three years.
She only thought she should be able to take care of him, but did not expect that his situation would be so serious and miserable. 

It was so miserable that she was almost on the verge of being forced to give up on him.

She didn’t know if her prayers had worked, but Mister Long’s bleeding finally stopped.
Mu Wanwan was still uneasy and waited for a while longer.
Only after seeing that his complexion was gradually improving and ascertaining that he was no longer vomiting blood did she relax. 

Her hands were sticky and full of his blood, and he had also dirtied his pillow.
Her only pillow would also be offered up to him tonight. 

Raising a dragon was really troublesome QWQ.
It also made one on tenterhooks, leaving one with no peace. 

Mu Wanwan sighed.
She changed his pillow, washed her hands and wiped the bloodstains from his cheeks gently, then cut a smaller piece of ginseng to replace the one in his mouth.
Only after all that did she have the free time to sit down to eat her own lunch.

The soup was already cold.
Because she was worried about Mister Long, she didn’t eat well.
She only wondered if the soup had been stained with Mister Long’s blood—it tasted completely different from just now; it was very fishy and did not taste good at all.

And it had cost so much. 

She would never buy it again.
Mu Wanwan frowned, unable to stop worrying——

Mister Long’s injury was a lot more serious than she had thought.
If she still didn’t work hard and wasn’t able to earn some moment in the next few days, by the time she goes to the market next, she was afraid that not only would Mister Long have no spirit stones to absorb, she would also have no money for food.