Someone was shaking her. How could my mother wake her up so early in the cold weather? "Mom, Arnold is sleepy. Arnold wants to sleep a little longer." It was cold outside, and she was cold too, but she was still warm under the quilt.
She doesn't want to get up!
"Fifth brother, please let her sleep a little longer!" Zhenjin's voice came from outside the tent, the tent curtain was opened, and a foot stepped in.
Hu Gechi curled his lips and said, "What a lazy man. He still doesn't get up at this hour."
Zhenjin smiled and shook his head, "She is still young, it's okay to let her sleep a little longer." Thinking of the way the little girl hugged him to sleep last night, a smile appeared on his lips inadvertently.
Hu Gechi was stunned for a moment, "You're still young, but you're clearly lazy!"
It's so noisy, Arnold muttered to himself. But his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes at all.
Zhenjin came over, stood on the bed and helped Arnold pull the blanket. The little girl's face was red, and her lips seemed to be dry. He stretched out his hand and gently touched her forehead, and felt cold: "No.
Okay, this little girl is sick."
"What? Sick?" Hu Gechi was startled. He thought she was just lying in bed and couldn't get up, but he didn't expect that this little girl was actually sick. After thinking for a moment, he immediately stood up and ran towards the outside of the tent, "I
Go to the witch doctor."
Zhenjin looked at the little girl who frowned because of discomfort, and felt very guilty. If it weren't for him, the little girl would be happily playing in the snow with her mother in the yard. But now, she is suffering from illness.
Tortured. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her red cheeks with his thinly callused fingertips.
"Here it comes, here it comes, the witch doctor is here." Hu Gechi ran in like a gust of wind, followed by a witch doctor who looked quite old.
The Mongols have no doctors, and their medical skills are passed down from their ancestors on the grasslands. Each generation has its own special method, but not all diseases can be cured.
The witch doctor wore a black robe, a half-mask on his face, and a long gray beard. Although he looked very old, he still walked steadily.
He strode to the bed and saluted Zhenjin, "Sir."
"Look quickly and see what's wrong with her." Zhenjin looked anxious and quickly stepped aside to let the witch doctor check on Arnold's condition.
The witch doctor glanced at the little baby lying on the bed, his face changed, and his whole body started to tremble. "Meng and Tengri, evil spirits have appeared in the world, and their souls have returned to the country. The world is in chaos. What a great time."
After listening to Zhenjin, his sharp eyes swept across the tent like a sharp sword. Hu Gechi stood by the bed in a daze, with a look on his face. "You all retreat, if anyone leaks anything about today's events,
I will kill you without mercy." There was a layer of anger on his face, and there was a heavy look in his eyes.
The witch doctor's face gradually turned pale, he staggered back a few steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, his body went limp and fell to the ground.
Hassen and Wu Enqi in the tent hurriedly exited. Before leaving, they glanced warily at Arnold, who was still sleepy on the bed. The two glanced at each other before leaving, and could clearly see the expressions on each other's faces.
Heaviness and worry.
Arnold felt uncomfortable all over his body, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. Luo Chen took care of her carefully next to the hospital bed. She knew he was next to her, but she wanted to wake up but found it so difficult.