There was no stove, but Yi Roujing noticed a makeshift stove in the room. Fortunately, the roof of the house was broken, otherwise, if you lit a fire inside, people wouldn't realize they were being poisoned.
Yi Roujing lit the fire, scooped some water from a small jar, and put it on to boil. The suppressed coughing sound in her ears never ceased. When the water boiled, Yi Roujing used a clay bowl with a small broken corner to pour the water and brought it to Mr. Qi. She waited for it to cool before feeding it to him. The coughing eased a little.
"Thank, thank you." Mr. Qi's voice was hoarse and weak as he expressed his gratitude.
"You should lie down for a while."
Yi Roujing had just helped him lie down when she saw Ding Anmin tiptoeing in, looking like a thief.
