Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang and said, "Bring me that silver-red jacket and put it on."
Mei Xiang said: "It's still cold outside, Master Ten just came here to ask about the situation before he leaves, so as not to disturb the young lady."
Yang Mo shook her head and said, "Let him wait for a while before leaving. I will come out soon."
Mei Xiang didn't know what was going on. Mr. Zhou came over at this time and was about to leave. The young lady woke up at this time, but refused to let Mr. Zhou leave and insisted on going out to meet him.
Neither of us were like this before, so what's going on.
Yang Mo put on her gauze, and Mei Xiang brought the white fox cloak. Yang Mo took the stove and stepped out of the house, "Where is he?"
Mei Xiang said: "It's in the front yard. The manager said he would come to the inner yard and ask about the lady's situation before getting back to her."
In other words, she hadn't replied to him yet. Yang Mo glanced at Mei Xiang with admiration, and Mei Xiang was getting smarter and smarter.
Yang Mo stepped out of the small courtyard, holding a lantern, and saw the figure in front of her.
Only then did Yang Mo know why she had been absentminded so often in the past ten days and what she was worried about.
This is the person.
She has gone through so much and traveled hundreds of years or more to come here. She never expected that there would be such a person to worry about her.
When she was in the epidemic area, she didn't even know him at all but he already started to like her.
She had also thought about whether her mind was only that of a teenager?
Now that I think about it, it really is.
Zhou Chengling was wearing dark straight clothes, and she couldn't tell the color in the dark. He had a small crown on his head, and his back was straight, which made people feel handsome and bright even in the dark.
Yang Mo stood still, and it took a while for Zhou Chengling to speak. He spoke very slowly, so his enunciation was very clear, but there was no long reply like usual, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Her fever has gone away, and the illness comes and goes quickly.
Yang Mo nodded, "Where have you been? Are you going to be in Beijing recently?"
Zhou Chengling didn't move. He swallowed and said, "I still have something to do. I need to go out." Then he paused for a while, "You said you asked me to help you with something...what was it?"
He has always cherished words like gold, but not to this extent. Yang Mo did not answer his words and instead asked, "When are you going to leave?"
"Now...immediately..." Zhou Chengling said fewer and fewer words.
Yang Mo raised her head and looked at Zhou Chengling. His expression was very peaceful and there was nothing unusual about it.
After a while, Zhou Chengling said: "It's cold, go back, I'm leaving."
Yang Mo shook her head, "You wait before leaving."
She never tried to keep him, nor did he take the initiative to pass by when they met, unless it was too late and wanted her to go home. Yang Mo took the lamp from Mei Xiang's hand and looked at Zhou Chengling like this.
Zhou Chengling's eyelashes are very long, and his face is pale when exposed to the light, or that's what he looks like now.
Seeing him move away and want to leave, Yang Mo stepped forward with a lantern.
In the past few days, she had been thinking about what was going on. The only explanation was that Zhou Chengling was sick. If he hadn't been sick, he wouldn't have let go of his hand at Prince Xian's Mansion. If he hadn't been sick, he wouldn't have rushed her home.
If he hadn't been sick, he wouldn't have been absent for more than ten days without any news.
She was not a fool, so she asked her mother-in-law to go to Zhou's house to find him, saying that she was asking for his help because she wanted to confirm her idea.
Zhou Chengling stretched out his hand to push her away, but he didn't expect that she was already ready. He didn't push her away immediately and couldn't bear to use any more force. The two of them struggled like this twice, and he turned his head and vomited.
It's not ordinary vomiting, it's painful and desperate vomiting after you've endured it for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Everything came out at once.
He purposely carried her on his back and vomited on the nearby path. The violent vomiting made his whole body unable to support him, but he still managed to stand.
Yang Mo knew that this disease not only caused vomiting but also dizziness. The whole person should be unable to stand still. It was difficult to make even a small movement. He didn't know how he came to Yang's house, and he didn't know.
How can I still speak?
Yang Mo pulled Zhou Chengling, wanting him to lean on her and share some of his body weight. His body turned sideways, and Yang Mo's whole body swayed. Feeling her exertion, Zhou Chengling regained his balance and chose
Kneeling down on his knees, he hunched over and knelt on the ground, trying hard to suppress it but he still vomited violently.
Yang Mo took the handkerchief from Mei Xiang's hand and wanted to wipe the dirt from Zhou Chengling's mouth.
Zhou Chengling dodged for a moment, and the vomiting that had just stopped suddenly started again.
It took him a long time before he struggled to speak, "Meixiang, help your young lady back and ask your servants to take care of her."
She is a doctor, how could she be afraid of this? She has seen even worse things.
The sky gradually brightened, and Yang Mo saw Zhou Chengling's blue face.
She wanted to wipe him, but he tried his best to refuse.
She was so angry that she didn't know what to say, "Zhou Chengling, you are a fool, how can I be inferior to others as a doctor? Just rest for a while and wait until you have the strength to leave again. I won't stop you."
He wanted to speak, but he had no strength. He leaned against her and rested for a while, then said in a very soft voice, "I'll clean it up and show it to you."
Zhou Chengling is a person who pays great attention to appearance. No matter where he goes, he always maintains a straight back, and his aura is naturally superior to others. He has never been so helpless. He originally wanted to see her and leave, but he didn't expect that he would break out in front of her. Naturally, he felt very unhappy.
Comfortable, she didn't want to be stubborn with Zhou Chengling anymore, he didn't want her to see such an embarrassing look, so she just obeyed his wishes.
When the servants of the Yang family arrived, Yang Mo told her mother-in-law, "Take Master Ten to the side room to rest."
Seeing the mother-in-law helping Zhou Chengling up, with two people supporting his body, it took him a long time to stand still, and then slowly walked forward.
Yang Mo's eyes suddenly became hazy, her nose felt unsatisfactorily sour, her eyes were fixed on Zhou Chengling and she couldn't move away, her heart was beating rapidly, and her mind was filled with his painful appearance, the pain was like a string.
, restrained her tightly and made her breathless with him. Yang Mo tried her best to calm herself down and took Mei Xiang to the door.
Ajiu was waiting there with her cloak in hand. When she saw Yang Mo, Ajiu was a little surprised. She wiped her red eyes and said, "Miss, you...you...how...where is our young master?"
Yang Mo frowned and asked Ajiu directly, "How long has he been sick? Ten days? Or longer?"
Ajiu said bravely: "It's the day of the eldest lady's birthday."
Sure enough, she expected it.
Yang Mo's eyes fell on the big cloak in Ajiu's hand, "Why don't you let Master Ten wear the cloak?"
Ajiu sniffed, "Our young master can't walk in such a heavy cloak."
Zhou Chengling is like this. No one can persuade him to do anything he wants to do, let alone a follower like Ajiu. Yang Mo said: "Have you asked the doctor to see him?"
Ajiu nodded hurriedly, "Please, let Mr. Ji go and see him. He took injections and medicine, but he still didn't get better, just like a few years ago... We were all frightened. We want to invite the eldest lady, the young master."
Refuse to agree."
The one who was most afraid was Zhou Chengling. Before, he had told his uncle with high spirits and confidence that his illness was different from that of the old prince, otherwise he would not have married her. In the blink of an eye, he was the same as he was a few years ago.
I don’t know if God thought he was too easy and deliberately wanted to torture him.
Yang Mo told Ajiu, "Go home and get some clothes for Master Ten to change. Just now Master Ten vomited and soiled the clothes."
Ajiu suddenly broke out in a sweat when she heard this, "Yesterday, the eldest lady asked someone to send a message saying that she had something to ask Master Ten for help. Master Ten wanted to go to Baohe Hall to see the lady, but who knew that he couldn't get up at all? Later, he heard that the lady was ill.
, let us warm the carriage and take it to Baohe Hall. Somehow this morning, Master Shi was in much better spirits, could talk and stand up, so we came here in a sedan. We thought Master Shi was suddenly cured of his illness again."
There was no disease that suddenly got better. When she examined Zhou Chengling, she always said, "Take good care of yourself and maybe you won't relapse." In fact, she was trying to comfort him, because she had nothing to do about his disease. The mortality rate of patients in the Department of Neurology was very high.
High, mostly because the operation is too difficult. Some patients are so ill before craniotomy that they simply die on the operating table during craniotomy.
Zhou Chengling is a very smart person. He didn't let his servants come to see her for medical treatment because he knew that there was nothing she could do. If a doctor could only prescribe a placebo, she would be really helpless.
She is called a miracle doctor here, but she is not at all. She has a disease that cannot be cured, so when she guessed that Zhou Chengling was ill, she was a little panicked and wanted to read all the medical books in Baohe Hall from cover to cover.
Yang Mo walked to the side room, where Zhou Chengling had taken off his dirty clothes and was lying quietly on the bed. His face was pale and his lips were colorless. He was much more haggard than usual. When he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes.
Yang Mo took off her outer cloak, washed her hands, and went to examine Zhou Chengling.
"Where did the symptoms first appear?" Yang Mo asked in a low voice.
His slender eyes were very clear, and he looked at her intently. She knew clearly but still asked, because she wanted him to take the initiative to admit his crime.
He kept it secret from her for more than ten days.
"Don't you know that I am the best doctor in the Zhou Dynasty?"
She rarely said this in front of others. This time she was really angry. Zhou Chengling said: "I..."
Yang Mo interrupted him, "You'd better stop talking."
Her voice shook enough to cause headaches and vomiting. Although she was angry, she would not abuse her patients.
When Chen Dong quarreled with her, he often said that all her thoughts were in the hospital and that she should find a patient to live with. At that time, she only thought Chen Dong was ridiculous, and she could say this. If Chen Dong said this now, she would
He would definitely be punched in the face.
"Have you eaten anything these days?"
Yang Mo regretted asking and asked Mei Xiang, "Call Ajiu in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chengling said: "You better ask me, I'm much better... You said more today than in ten days combined."
Normally when he comes to see her, she rarely talks to him out of reserve, but it's different now. He is sick, and she wants to know more carefully so that he can take medicine.
"I vomited after drinking some soup."
Yang Mo stretched out her hand to press Zhou Chengling's eyelids. The symptoms of dehydration were obvious and he needed to be rehydrated. However, he also had symptoms of increased intracranial pressure. The amount of rehydration should not be higher than what he excreted.
Yang Mo said: "How many times have you urinated today?"
Zhou Chengling's handsome face was a little distorted. He had not yet gotten married yet but he had reached this stage and asked her to take care of him like this.