The wind was blowing outside, and the birch leaves were rattling.

It was more than three o'clock in the night, and Han Xuan let out an exclamation in his sleep.

The parents next door hurriedly ran over and saw that their son was still asleep, guessing that he was just having a nightmare, so they calmed down.

His mother quietly came to him and gestured to Han's father to twist the towel, and his father nodded and walked out lightly.

In the small nest next to the bed, Fat Ding also woke up, looking a little anxious, and was walking around the bed. At last he jumped on the bed, lay down beside the boy and relented, curled up in a ball, and leaned against him.

And so the night passed.

Han Xuan woke up from his sleep in the early morning, the sun was covered by dark clouds today, and it looked like early morning at seven o'clock.

The lamp in the room was not turned off, and the light was a little harsh.

Han Xuan half-narrowed his eyes, stretched on the bed, his feet seemed to touch something, tilted his head to look, and found that his mother was sleeping next to him.

Although he didn't know why his mother was here, Han Xuan didn't wake her up, and was about to get out of bed on tiptoe only to find that Fat Ding was also by the pillow, looking at him with wide eyes at this time.

Today, Han Xuan's head was dizzy, as if he had a cold, he got up and got dressed, pushed open the door and walked out.

The father was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, a simple lean pork and egg drop porridge with a plate of side dishes, and when he saw his son come out, he turned around and asked, "Where is your mother?"

"Still sleeping, why did she come to my room yesterday?"

"Don't you know if you have a nightmare? Your mother stayed with you all night, as if she had just slept, and she asked me to go back to the room first. ”

"Nightmare? I don't, maybe I'm cold, I'm a little dizzy. ”

Han Qianshan's movements froze, put down the soup spoon in his hand, wiped his hand on his pants, and poked it towards Han Xuan's head.

"It's good that you don't have a fever, just call the doctor and ask her to come and have a look." The father exhaled, and didn't bother to make breakfast again, so he went to the living room without turning off the fire, picked up the phone and talked to the doctor.

The boy was lying on the sofa with his head covered, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, he had not been sick since he was a child, this feeling was both familiar and strange.

The father put down the phone, walked to his son's side and saw him, his face was a little anxious, and when he smelled the mushy smell in the air, he remembered the kitchen and hurriedly ran to turn off the fire. Placing the pot outside the door, opening the window slightly, and quickly walked back again.

Sitting next to his son and resting his head on his lap, Han Xuan fell asleep again.

My father remained motionless, and I don't know how long it took for him to hear a knock at the door, and he suddenly stood up and his legs seemed to be a little numb, and he took several steps before he recovered. He opened the door, and it wasn't the doctor he expected, but the old cowboy Barton.

"Han Xuan seems to be sick, let's go out and talk about something. Father Han walked outside and closed the door with his hand to prevent the wind from blowing into the room.

Old Barton was stunned and hurriedly said, "Sick?!" ”

"I didn't know, my temperature was normal, and I woke up in the morning and fell asleep again. Just called Dr. Lucy, who should be coming from Augusta Hospital soon. ”

"How healthy he is, God will bless him. Boss, don't worry, it'll be fine, or I'll go see him. ”

"No need for Barton, he's already asleep. ”

Father Han said, habitually wanting to touch his pocket, and suddenly remembered that he had quit smoking for many years, and put his hand down again: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"By the way, three people who were exploring Flathead Park came to our ranch in the morning and wanted to rest here for two days. ”

"Is there still an empty house? If not, lend them the house in Augsg, and you can take care of it." ”

"Good boss. ”

Old Barton replied, seeing that Han Qianshan was absent-minded and didn't say any more, he saw a white car driving over, and immediately shouted, "The doctor is here?"

"Where?!"

Dr. Lucy is the one who delivered Han Xuan in the first place, and now she has been recruited by Augusta Private Hospital to be the director, and she has a lot of experience in obstetrics, gynecology and pediatrics.

Taking the stethoscope off his ear, Dr. Lucy said, "He's not sick, let's eat and rest for two days and then see, Han, you're too nervous." ”

Han Qianshan shook his head: "It's okay, thank you, it's just that nothing like this has ever happened, and I'm a little worried about him." ”

Just now, Guo's mother was woken up by the sound of talking outside, and when she came out and saw a doctor there, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?!"

"It's okay, my son seems to have a cold. ”

"It scares the hell out of me, is he okay? Dr. Lucy. ”

"If you don't feel at ease, you will go back to the hospital with me for a closer examination, the boy is sleeping now, and I don't know how he feels, so I can't draw conclusions. ”

"Then do this, Dr. Lucy, do you need to wake him up?"

Lucy looked at the boy on the sofa, his heartbeat, face and body temperature were fine, and he also felt a little strange, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wake him up." ”

Han Xuan felt that he had just floated in the night sky, and now he suddenly landed on the ground, and suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing that a room full of people were looking at him, he scratched his head and wondered, "What's the matter?" Aunt Lucy, you're there too. ”

"Can't you feel yourself sick?" said his father, looking at him suspiciously.

"Sick? No, I'm feeling fine right now. ”

"Dr. Lucy, let's go to the hospital. Guo's mother didn't seem to hear his words, picked up her son and walked to the car, Han Xuan's weak resistance was quickly suppressed by her.

The Hummer followed closely behind the ambulance, and the town of Augusta, the closest town to the ranch, was to the hospital in more than half an hour.

After a detailed examination, Dr. Lucy came to a conclusion: calcium deficiency.

Yes, everything else is healthy, but there was a lack of calcium during the growing season, and he was asked to go back after opening a few bottles of calcium tablets.

Guo's mother was still a little worried, but the inspection report was in front of her, and her son looked very good, so she followed the father and son to the garage.

The family rushed home before noon, and the sky was still as gloomy as morning.

The old hen in the Hailan chicken flock was considered to have suffered, and now it has been condensed into essence and served in front of Han Xuan. It was prepared by Old John's wife, Aunt Kelly, and was kept hot on the stove, and brought it to him when he got home.

Seeing Aunt Kelly's expectant eyes, the boy gritted his teeth and poured the thick layer of oil in one go, but he didn't expect that the taste was not bad, and the warm chicken soup was particularly delicious.

Seeing the boy's expression, Aunt Kelly took the bowl and filled it in front of him: "We raised it on our ranch, I heard that you are deficient in calcium, and the bowl is full of that." There's plenty of chicken broth in the jar, drink it. ”

“…… Thank you. ”

After half a day of recuperation, Guo's mother was finally willing to let Han Xuan get out of bed, supporting her son like taking care of a patient, and the boy rolled his eyes again and again.

In the evening, the dark clouds finally dispersed, and after eating too much for dinner just now, Han Xuan took McDull around.

He found that his connection with McDull seemed to have deepened, and he could feel its joy at the moment.

When I woke up in the afternoon, I noticed that the kitten was unhappy, and it was really the opposite, and it was immediately beaten.

Don't worry if you have more debts, don't itch if you have more lice, Han Xuan's typical dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, anyway, nothing happened in the hospital yesterday, so he went with him.

Passing by the wooden house where the cowboys lived, several young people came into Han Xuan's sight, and they had never seen them before. It was two men and a woman, one of whom was wearing only a sports vest and had tattoos on his arm muscles, while the other was talking to Anderson with a smile on his face.

The woman has short hair and looks very lean, and she is packing her hiking bag next to her, and the bulging bag looks heavy.

Stopping Martinez, who was about to go home for dinner, the boy asked, "Who are they? The ones who spoke to Anderson." ”

Martinez leaned down and found that he was still taller than the boy, so he simply crouched down in front of him and muttered, "They only came here in the morning, and they are going on an expedition to Flathead." ”

Stretched out his hand and quietly pointed over there, "The woman's name is Cassandra, she works as a restaurant waitress in Cody, Wyoming, and the one with tattoos is Jason, who is also from Cody, and is a tattoo artist." The other didn't say anything, just Clay, but I heard the accent like Washington. ”

The boy looked at the big black man speechlessly, and Martinez wondered, "Why do you look at me like this?" ”

"I think you know a lot. ”

"Of course, I used to have someone from Washington in my dorm who spoke with the same accent as him. What are you doing here, do you want me to take you home?"

"Leave me alone, you go about your own business first. ”

Martinez stood up, waved his hand and said, "Okay then, goodbye." ”

Seeing him leave, Han Xuan shook his head and looked at the back of the big black man, and muttered in a low voice: "Never underestimate a black man's gossip ......"

Just as he was about to return, the boy took two steps and turned back to look at the people next to the house.

I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, but I can't say why.