There was only a road between Changsuiju and Jiusixuan. As Zhao Shiheng walked faster, his lameness became obvious and he walked with difficulty. Wu Jin followed him closely and did not reach out to help him - Zhao Shiheng was aloof.
, you don’t even need a cane, let alone someone to support you.
"Leifeng has a high fever. It has been three days. The rash has not spread out. The situation is dangerous. You have never had a rash before. Please be careful."
"Students understand."
"Ling Feng has a nanny who is quite reliable. She is the only one allowed to be close to serve you. Tell her whatever you want. There is an official room in the compartment."
"yes."
The two of them walked straight into the Changsui Residence. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, the whole courtyard was like the scene when the epidemic besieged the city, which caught his eyes.
The servants who were busy with trivial matters all wore headscarves and covered their mouths and noses. Clothes, handkerchiefs and other items were piled beside the courtyard door. In a short while, someone would come to take them away and burn them.
In the middle of the courtyard stood a four-legged square copper brazier with a hollow lid. What was placed inside was not charcoal fire, but burning sulfur tung trees. Anyone who came out of Mo Lingfeng's house had to step over the brazier first.
To prevent your clothes from being contaminated with disease.
There are three medicine stoves placed in the corridor, all of which are boiling medicine for rash.
Various sights materialized the word "rash" in front of him, and Zhao Shiheng's question about whether he had ever had a rash suddenly amplified in his mind and rang like a bell.
His palms became wet and his back began to feel sticky. Every step he took was like stepping on the edge of a knife, which was extremely dangerous.
Mo Lingfeng's nanny was busy with her feet on the ground. When she saw Zhao Shiheng approaching, she quickly walked to him and said the Wanfu salute: "Mr. Zhao, Doctor Li is diagnosing the pulse inside."
Zhao Shiheng nodded and pointed at Wu Jin: "This is Wu Jin. He is here just like the uncle is here."
The nanny was stunned for only a moment, and soon she looked at Wu Jin with respect, and she knelt down and bowed - Zhao Shiheng's words had two meanings, he could order them like Mo Qianlan, and they would also want to
Serve him as well as you serve Mo Qianlan.
"Yes, Mr. Zhao, don't worry."
Wu Jin turned sideways to avoid this bow.
The nanny took the face towel from the hand of the maid who followed her and gave it to the two of them. After they covered their faces, they put their hands on the door leaf and opened the door gently and slowly.
Zhao Shiheng led Wu Jin across the threshold and into the main room. After they entered, the nanny closed the door as quickly as possible.
Wu Jin immediately focused his gaze on three steps around him and walked with his head down.
There is no pungent smell in the house like outside, but there is a hot flash that makes breathing difficult.
The hem of his clothes brushed against the clay baby "December Order Boy" on the Duobao Pavilion, his sleeves brushed against the candy box on the table, and his shoes passed by a paper kite hanging under the screen before he entered the inner room.
Li Yitie sat on the embroidered pillar in front of the bed and felt his pulse attentively. He glanced at Zhao Shiheng and Wu Jin from the corner of his eye, nodded in understanding, and continued to feel their pulse.
Mo Lingfeng stretched out a small hand, and following this hand, Wu Jin saw Mo Lingfeng at this time.
Her face had completely changed, her face was swollen, and it was covered with dense rashes. The rashes went all the way down. They should have been equally dense, but they didn't appear. There were only a few sparse spots.
Her breathing was hot, her nose was constantly twitching, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she slept like a coma most of the time.
Zhao Shiheng's brows were tightly knitted, his hands were clenched into fists and hung at his sides. He opened his mouth to speak several times but stopped.
It wasn't until Li Yitie let go of his hand that he lowered his voice and asked, "How?"
Li Yitie stood up and looked anxious as well: "It's an inverse disease, where good is deficient and evil prevails, and greed for coolness is bad."
It happened that at this time, Mo Lingfeng ate too much ice cream.
Now she has recurring high fevers and the measles is not spreading smoothly and disappears as soon as it appears. This is the most troublesome symptom.
The dangers are getting worse and the dangers are getting more dangerous.
"I'm going to add two kinds of medicine. The rash must be clear tonight." Li Yitie hurriedly walked out.
Zhao Shiheng gave Wu Jin a hard look and followed Li Yitie away.
Only Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng were left in the room.
Only then did Zhao Shiheng give him time to sit down and think slowly.
But there was nothing left to think about.
Wu Jin stood for a moment and then sat on the embroidered pier. The doors and windows were closed tightly. The sounds outside were already light and thin, and they were even softer and inaudible when they fell inside the room. Only the two people's breathing was heavy and intertwined.
Feeling lonely and alone.
The two of them share the same life now. Mo Lingfeng is alive, and so is he. He is imprisoned by Mo Qianlan in this small hut, watching the dark winds and turbulent clouds.
He put his hand on his thigh, trembling at first, then calming down. He was like a stone, blocking Mo Lingfeng's body, erecting a hard barrier for her.
After a while, the door opened, and the nanny came in with a medicine bowl. When she saw Wu Jin, who was looking intently, she bowed and whispered: "Master Wu, it's time for the girl to drink medicine."
Wu Jin stood up, took the medicine bowl in her hand, looked down and saw that there was a bowl of very thick medicine fried in it.
He didn't understand medical science and didn't know if there was anything wrong with the medicine. He frowned for a moment, then suddenly took off the cloth covering his mouth and nose, lowered his head and took a sip.
When the medicine enters the mouth, it feels bitter at first, then becomes sweet, and there is an unmelted rock sugar at the bottom of the bowl.
The nurse was dumbfounded and stood frozen on the spot, while Wu Jin held the bowl tightly and remained motionless until he was sure that he would not die, then he faced Mo Lingfeng with the medicine bowl.
He wanted to wake up Mo Lingfeng to drink medicine, but before he could speak, Mo Lingfeng had already opened his eyes, looked at him first, and soon searched the room again.
She was very anxious from the pain, and a hot breath was gushing out from her body, making her mouth dry and her eyes hot. She rolled her eyes in extreme pain, but she couldn't find Mo Qianlan.
She didn't make any noise, nor did she ask where Mo Qianlan was, she just looked at the nanny.
The nanny hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. She took Wu Jin's hand and drank the medicine in one go, then gulped down the rock sugar in the bowl.
I don't know if it was the sugar or the medicine that gave her some energy. Leaning in her nanny's arms, she looked at Wu Jin, then twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Don't drink the medicine, it's bitter."
Wu Jin was stunned and reached out to touch the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, there was a little medicine stain.
He also smiled, his smile was not forced, and he did not feel any resentment towards Mo Lingfeng because he was coerced here - he could feel pity for the chicks, but how could he feel pity for Mo Lingfeng who was sincere and sincere?
Out of hatred.
"It's not bitter, it's just sweet. I love sweets."
Mo Lingfeng said softly, "Yeah", and suddenly burst into tears: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have eaten the iced cheese secretly."
The nanny coaxed her in a low voice and said it was none of her business.
But Wu Jin understood what she meant in an instant.
She was confessing to herself - she was literate, she could read memorials, she sensed the danger and thought she would be taken away, she thought that an illness would allow her to stay.
Wu Jin said in a deep voice: "It's not your fault."
After Mo Lingfeng heard the words, he raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that his eyes were gentle and sincere, his brows were calm and peaceful, and the restlessness in his heart slowly subsided.