"Wake up! Hello, Xiaolan, wake up."

Zhao Yuanle was a little anxious and gently patted Zhao Yuanlan's face with his hand.

Zhao Yuanlan was still not awake, but just frowned.

At this time, the youngest man was stalking by the door and poked his little head out.

"Sister, why are you hitting the young lady?"

Zhao Yuanle glanced at the youngest son, then looked at Zhao Yuanlan who was still unconscious, got up and walked out, went to the main hall, and found his own father.

"Dad, Xiaolan has a fever, and no one can wake up!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ercheng raised his head from the pillow and hurriedly said, "Go to the house where the herbs are put, grab some cinnamon twig ginger, white peony and dried jujubes, and make her a bowl of cinnamon twig soup and drink it."

Zhao Yuanle quickly entered the house where the herbs were placed. There was a cabinet with a wall and a herb bag. It was covered with paper and marked with what herbs it was.

She quickly found all the things, went into the kitchen and quickly made a fire and boiled soup.

Yaoer followed him to the kitchen again. He looked left and right, then climbed onto the stool and pulled off the small handkerchief from the shelf on tiptoe.

After getting the small handkerchief, he swung his short legs and scooped a spoonful of cold water by the water tank. Finally, he ran into the room where Zhao Yuanlan was sleeping with the wet handkerchief.

Zhao Yuanlan was still not awake at this time, but just frowned in discomfort.

The youngest man couldn't help frowning his small brows and stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Yuanlan's forehead.

"It's so hot."

He exclaimed in a low voice, quickly put the wet veil on Zhao Yuanlan's forehead, and carefully folded it two layers.

After doing this, the youngest man quietly lay down beside the bed, holding his cheek with both hands, staring at Zhao Yuanlan without turning his eyes.

When Zhao Yuanle brought the roasted Guizhi Decoction in, this was the scene he saw.

She quickly walked over and asked, "Did the young lady wake up in the middle?"

The youngest man frowned and shook his head, and sighed helplessly.

"I can't wake her up."

When Zhao Yuanle saw the veil on Zhao Yuanlan's forehead, he couldn't help looking at his youngest: "What did you do?"

The young man nodded: "Well, that's what we have to do."

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly, put Guizhi Tang on the cabinet, squatted to the edge of the bed, and gently pushed Zhao Yuanlan's shoulder.

"Wake up and get up and have soup."

Seeing that Zhao Yuanlan did not respond, Zhao Yuanle increased his strength and voice. After a while, Zhao Yuanlan finally opened his eyes.

After a while, Zhao Yuanlan realized that she wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she felt her throat burning.

Zhao Yuanle quickly brought Guizhi Decoction over and fed her to drink.

"Drink this first, wait a little better, and then take you to your uncle."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanlan immediately endured the pain and said, "I won't go there, and I won't get an injection if I die."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

When my youngest heard the injection, he wanted to leave here. As soon as he got together, his feet were numb after squatting for a long time, he fell to the ground with his butt and let out a yo-sounding sound.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the two of them: "..."

Zhao Yuanlan stared at Zhao Yuanle pitifully at this moment: "I won't go."

The youngest nodded in agreement, got up from the ground, hugged Zhao Yuanlan's head at the head of the bed, and looked at Zhao Yuanle with the same gaze.

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

As for it?

She hasn't said anything yet, and she doesn't have to get an injection.

In this era, Western medicine that reduces fever is expensive and needles are not cheap. Ordinary people may not be willing to spend money to get injections.

Zhao Yuanlan and Xiaoer looked at Zhao Yuanle like this, and Zhao Yuanle sighed helplessly: "I think you are quite energetic now. It seems that you don't need to get an injection.

Now you have a good rest first to see if the fever will fade later. If it fades, nothing will happen."

When Zhao Yuanlan heard this, she couldn't help asking, "What if the fever doesn't fade away?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly: "If the fever does not fade, you may become a fool."

Zhao Yuanlan shivered.

Zhao Yuanle: "I'll go and boil some medicine for you, you can rest for a while."

Zhao Yuanlan nodded.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the youngest son who was still hugging Zhao Yuanlan's head and said, "Come here first and then hug him after the meal."

Only then did the youngest man let go of his hand and followed Zhao Yuanle to the kitchen.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the steamed eggs, took out a bowl and gave it half and brought it to Zhao Yuanlan.

The youngest man was watching from the side.

Zhao Yuanle smiled and touched his head: "Miss is uncomfortable, so she needs some good food. Let's give her more steamed eggs."

The youngest nodded fiercely and directly took the spoon and poured the rest in.

"For all of them to the young lady."

Zhao Yuanle nodded with relief: "Well, good brother."

After delivering food to Zhao Yuanlan, Zhao Yuanle brought the food to Zhao Ercheng.

Zhao Ercheng reminded her: "If the fever does not subside later, go find someone to send her to your uncle's place so that he will not get reckless."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I know."

As the young man listened to the conversation, he had a lot of doubts in his mind.

"Mangzi?"

He asked.

Zhao Ercheng nodded: "Yes, there are those who have died of fever."

When the youngest man heard this, his little face was full of shock.

After a while here, Zhao Yuanle was washing dishes when he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes move.

The youngest person was stretching out his hand to pull the corner of her clothes.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuanle thought his tone was still very gentle.

The youngest man looked at her with his eyes and asked a question.

"Sister, if the young lady is burned to death, can she give me her slingshot?"

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle didn't say anything, the youngest man asked again: "If you don't give it to me, will you burn it to her then?"

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Looking at the innocent eyes of the young man, Zhao Yuanle took a deep breath and said, "The slingshot is mine."

When the young man heard this, he was a little disappointed.

The disappointed expression quickly passed, and the youngest man said again: "Miss will definitely not burn to death."

Zhao Yuanle pulled the corner of his mouth, but he stopped talking.

However, after Zhao Yuanle finished cleaning up, he found that Zhao Yuanlan's body temperature was still very high and he was not as energetic as he just woke up.

The youngest man spoke in Zhao Yuanlan's ear, and all he got was a vague voice.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle turned around and went to find Zhao Ercheng again.

Zhao Ercheng had no choice.

"This herb has the only effect. Foreign medicine is more useful. I guess I'm going to the county. You can go to your uncle Niu'er first, call him to prepare the ox cart, and then go to the soil to call your third uncle and the others back."

Zhao Yuanle was still a little worried.

"Xiaolan is burning too high now. I'll boil some medicine for her first before calling her."

Zhao Ercheng said: "Go and bring my wine glass and white wine, beat another egg, mix the egg white and white wine, put a handkerchief on it, and apply it all over her body."

Zhao Yuanle was stunned for a moment, and then did as he did.

This series of steps was not difficult, and she quickly got it done.

Zhao Yuanlan seemed to feel a little more comfortable, but the temperature on her body still did not drop much.

But I didn't care about so much, Zhao Yuanle brought his youngest to Zhao Ercheng's side and hurried out to call someone.
Chapter completed!