Chapter 1840: The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry
Chapter 1841 The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry
Du San was always very efficient. He originally agreed with Chu Heng to give a reply in the afternoon, but he arrived at the Chu family compound at around ten o'clock the next morning.
At this time, Chu Heng had just finished making a pot of watermelon juice and was filling the bowls in the pavilion. Huniu and Chu Zhecheng were waiting on tiptoes.
"Master Chu."
Du San walked in with light steps. He slept for two or three hours after the market ended yesterday, and then went to work on the Li family's affairs for Chu Heng. He was very sleepy now, with a pair of big bangs on his face.
He had dark circles under his eyes and was yawning profusely.
"It's just in time. Let's have a bowl of the freshly made watermelon juice." Chu Heng handed Du San the bowl of watermelon juice he had just prepared for Huniu.
"Oh, I'm really here today."
Du San was feeling uncomfortable with the heat. He quickly took the small bowl and poured the watermelon juice he had just taken out of the refrigerator into his mouth without using a spoon. He chewed a few mouthfuls of it like a cow chewing a peony.
Swallowed into the stomach.
"happy."
Du San wiped the corners of his mouth with a happy face, and handed the bowl over again: "Have another bowl, Mr. Chu, I don't taste anything."
"Serve it yourself." Chu Heng looked at Huniu with a funny look at the nearby Huniu who was pouting so hard that she could even hang a bottle of oil because her delicious food was being robbed. He quickly handed over the small bowl: "Stop pouting, eat quickly.
.”
Huniu then turned her anger into a smile, happily took the small bowl, sat on the pony, and ate the watermelon juice in small sips.
This girl is very protective of her food.
If anyone dared to eat her food without her consent, she would scold him for half the night.
Du San ate the second bowl at this time, exhaled with satisfaction, and said: "Master Chu, the matter is done. I will send a few of my brothers over there today. They will patrol at night. If you
The thing you want is still there, and I can get it early tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure about this?" Chu Heng casually handed another bowl of watermelon juice to Chu Zhecheng, who was so anxious that he almost cried.
"Don't worry, I guarantee that nothing will go wrong. It just so happened that the boss over there happened to beg me for something recently, so I took this opportunity to get him in. And I didn't tell him anything, just that I wanted to
Find some errands for brother," Du San said confidently.
"That's good." Chu Heng nodded with a smile and looked at him a few more times: "Looking at you yawning all the time, you probably haven't had any rest, right? Go to the main room to take a nap. There is a fan, so you can eat here at noon.
Already."
"Okay, I'm really sleepy too." Du San didn't show any pretense, poured another bowl of watermelon juice into his mouth, then got up and went to the main room to rest.
"Sister Guizhi, hurry up and eat. It won't be cold in a while." Yang Guizhi came back from the front yard at this time. Chu Heng said hello and went to the deaf old lady's house with two bowls of watermelon juice.
At this time, the two old sisters were sitting by the window blowing the cool breeze. There was a radio beside them, singing sonorous and powerful model operas.
"Old lady, try it quickly. It's just made. It's much cooler." Chu Heng walked in quickly and put two small bowls on the kang.
"Are you making watermelon dew again?"
The deaf old lady moved over with a smile, picked up a bowl and handed it to her sister: "Here, let's relieve the heat."
"I don't want to eat, sister, I don't have much appetite." Grandma Wu Xiumei shook her head sadly, not feeling very energetic.
"Why didn't you even eat the watermelon juice?" The deaf old lady frowned, with a vague premonition in her heart.
Chu Heng also felt that something was wrong. It was understandable that he didn't want to eat when the weather was hot. Watermelon juice was a good way to relieve the heat and it didn't take up much space. Even if he had no appetite, he couldn't eat more!
He hurriedly asked: "Grandma Wu, are you feeling unwell? If so, don't hold on tight and tell me quickly."
"No, I just have no appetite." Grandma Wu Xiumei shook her head in denial.
"Then you can't always lose your appetite. How many days have it been?" Chu Heng saw that she was really worried, so he thought for a while and said, "No, I'll go and invite Uncle Tang over for you."
With that said, he turned around and walked out.
"Oh, come back soon. I'm fine. Don't bother me." Grandma Wu shouted quickly.
"Let Xiaotang come and take a look."
The deaf old lady held her sister's skinny arm, with a faint look of worry on her face.
The other side.
Chu Heng quickly came out of the house and drove to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
When Tang's father saw him coming, he thought he would have another job for him and that he would have some private money again. He asked happily: "Xiao Chu is here, what job is this time? Or making wine?"
He now helps Chu Heng and his family prepare tiger whip wine from time to time. He can get twenty yuan at a time. The little money he spends can keep him happy for three or two months.
"What kind of wine are you making? Come with me quickly. My Grandma Wu feels something is not right." Chu Heng said worriedly.
"Hey, what's going on?" Father Tang asked hurriedly.
"She hasn't eaten very much during this period, especially in the past few days. She doesn't eat as much in one day as she did in one meal before, and her face doesn't look very good either." Chu Heng said.
"Hurry up then." Tang's father hurriedly took out his small medicine box from under the table, came out of the room with Chu Heng, informed a doctor, and they went downstairs and drove away.
Not long after.
They returned to Banchang Alley, entered the hospital, and went straight to the deaf old lady's house.
After some polite greetings, Father Tang began to check Grandma Wu Xiumei's pulse. He sat on the kang with his body twisted, his fingers resting on Grandma Wu's wrist, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and his brows rising and falling.
Chu Heng and others' hearts were beating fast and slow along with his brows.
After a while.
Father Tang opened his eyes, relaxed and relaxed, with a bright smile on his face, and said to the nervous people: "It's nothing serious, it's just a weak spleen and stomach, and you have some heartburn. I'll give you some medicine to treat it."
"That's good, that's good." Yang Guizhi breathed a long sigh of relief.
After hearing this, Grandma Wu looked helplessly at Chu Heng and her elder sister, and said, "I said everything is fine, but Hengzi still insists on inviting Xiaotang. How troublesome you are."
"Haha, it's not troublesome. We're all on our own. It's easy to talk about this." Father Tang stood up happily, winked at Chu Heng in a vague way, and asked, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring a pen and paper. What's wrong with you?"
Right? I'll give you a prescription, so hurry up and grab the medicine."
"Yes, yes." Chu Heng hurriedly led him out of the house.
The deaf old lady looked at the two people's backs, her brows slightly furrowed, and her dim eyes showed a hint of suspicion.
The other side.
After Chu Heng and Tang's father came out, they came to the study. He then closed the door and asked hurriedly: "How is it?"
"It's not very good." Father Tang shook his head and sighed: "Grandma Wu suffered too much when she was young and suffered a lot of diseases. Now that she is older, all the problems have appeared, and there are basically few good things about her body.
Besides, with her current condition, she can’t use any strong medicine, so I can only prescribe a few medicines to treat her first and see if she can survive it.”
"quite?"
Chu Heng keenly grasped this dangerous word, and suddenly his heart suddenly jumped, and he asked hurriedly: "You mean... Grandma Wu is going to die?"
"Absolutely, she's almost exhausted now." Father Tang nodded lightly.
"Why."
When Chu Heng heard this, he sighed feebly and his mood became heavy.
Since ancient times, separation between life and death has been the worst thing.
