Chapter Ninety-Seven: Fever

When Wei Heming woke up the next morning, the first thing he saw was Chu Fengge's pale lips and flushed face.

Then look at the damp grass around me, and the extra leather jacket on my body. Wei Heming sensed that something was wrong almost instantly, and reached out to touch Chu Fengge's forehead, the hot temperature confirmed the guess in his heart.

He couldn't wait to point at Chu Fengge's nose and scold.

But looking at Chu Fengge's embarrassed appearance at home, he couldn't say anything about the cruel words in his mouth, but he was sad and worried.

He put the water bladder to Chu Fengge's lips, waited for him to take a few sips, suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice, "What does Your Highness think?" ”

Chu Fengge's voice was hoarse, but he said in a low voice: "I've been here for so many years, it's just a minor illness." ”

This sentence was so angry that Wei Heming couldn't help but reprimand: "Why didn't you wake me up last night? When it rained, what did you do with that leather jacket? Where did I become so delicate? You still have a wound on your shoulder, which one borrowed your courage to make you dare to do this? And you still have the face to say that you are sick? You ......?"

Before Wei Heming finished speaking, he saw the smile on the corner of Chu Fengge's lips.

It's like a child who finally attracts someone's attention through a prank.

Wei Heming punched the cotton, and there was nowhere to exert force, so he could only sit back in place and wait for the uncle to get up.

"Your Highness, pay some attention......" Wei Heming sighed. "I'm worried about Your Highness. ”

These words made Chu Fengge's mischievous smile freeze at the corner of his lips.

Wei Heming helped Chu Fengge up.

He wasn't so sick that he couldn't walk, but looking at that face, Wei Heming always felt that his figure was shaky, not as steady as usual.

Sure enough, after walking for a long time, Chu Fengge's steps staggered a little.

Wei Heming's heart is not good: Chu Fengge's shoulder injury is not neat, and now he is in the rain and feverish, but he is afraid that this time the pain will be difficult to carry over gently.

He knew very well in his heart that illness and old age have always been the most difficult enemies to defeat, and how many heroes and warriors did not die under the blade, but died in disease. Now that he has no medicine at hand, even the water has to be tightly controlled, and it is all supported by Chu Fengge's will, and Wei Heming really has no bottom about this situation.

Wei Heming couldn't take care of the Hu horse anymore, and seeing that Chu Fengge was walking hard, he helped the person onto the horse, and the speed of the group was even slower.

After walking for two days, Chu Fengge's body temperature went back and forth, and Wei Heming's expression became a little haggard.

Chu Fengge was afraid that he didn't expect this illness to come like a mountain.

Two days later, Chu Fengge was awake less and had more time in a coma, and Wei Heming couldn't take care of him yet, and he didn't know how many times worse than in the past.

When he was rarely awake, Chu Fengge's consciousness was also in a trance, calling Mr. for a while, and shouting for a crane.

Only once, he repeatedly shouted "sir" at night, even if Wei Heming reassured and answered again and again, it was useless.

"Don't leave me. ”

Chu Fengge clutched his hand tightly, and his voice was full of helplessness and dazedness that he had never seen before.

"Sir, don't leave me. ”

"Good. Wei Heming responded in a low voice, but he didn't see Chu Fengge's brows stretch for half a minute.

The temperature of his hand almost made him feel a burning pain, but he couldn't bear to pull it out anyway.

Night after night, Wei Heming counted the stars in the sky, counted the distances on the cloth map, and forced himself to hide all his emotions in the deepest part.

Only at this time, he couldn't despair, he didn't dare to despair, even if a star would cause him weak memories, he didn't dare to think about it.

He forced himself to forget where he came from, and he also forced himself not to think about his own place, only himself, the people around him, the sea of stars, and the endless grassland.

He ventured close to a small tribe of Hu people, and designed to rob a few returning Hu people nearby, replacing the exhausted Hu horse under Chu Fengge, and robbing them of most of their food and water, but in the end he didn't kill the killer.

He would not be soft on Hu Ren, and he never entrusted himself to nothingness, only at this moment, he hoped that this little bit of mercy could be exchanged for Chu Fengge's life.

It can be seen that when people are anxious and frightened, they will believe in everything.

On the fourth day of Chu Fengge's fall, he was still suffering from intermittent fever, and even began to cough, only in the evening it would be better, and his consciousness could be a little clearer and he could eat some things.

Wei Heming finally reached the edge of the grassland, a small town outside Pingyuan City.

This town is sparsely populated, it was originally a stronghold of the garrison of the previous dynasty, and then the territory of the Jing Dynasty changed, and the war burned in Lingbei, and it was no longer a place of contention between the Jing Dynasty and Beihu. In addition, the Jing Dynasty was prosperous, and the city wall was rebuilt, so the garrison retreated to Pingyuan City, and the Hu people did not invade from this road for many years.

As for this town, it was gradually inhabited by homeless people who could not enter the city, most of whom were unregistered, and even those who had escaped here, but the place was not large, and most of them were poor or outlaws, who had little oil and water, but were prone to get into trouble, and the magistrates did not want to cause more trouble, so they left themselves to fend for themselves.

Wei Heming wanted to put it out in this screen original city before.

One is that this is the border, but there are few wars, if you make good use of it, you can't store troops and store food for the future.

Second, this place is only a line away from Lingbei, if Chu Fengge returns to Lingbei one day, he can also take care of it.

It's just that a wave of unsettled waves started first, and he didn't become the parent official of Pingyuan City, but became a homeless person outside Pingyuan City first.

Wei Heming thought left and right, and first sneaked into the town alone to observe for a long time, and set his sights on a traveling doctor.

The traveling doctor lived alone in a small courtyard, Wei Heming took advantage of the night to climb over the wall, knocked out the traveling doctor who was eating, and carried Chu Fengge into the courtyard, and placed him on the bed of the traveling doctor, with a neat and neat end.

When the traveling doctor looked up from the plates and bowls, he saw a haggard young man in a bearded robe, staring at him with a pair of burning eyes, with a cold and pressing momentum, which made people can't help but panic.

The traveling doctor was startled, thinking that Hu Ren was calling, and just wanted to jump up and shout, but Wei Heming covered his mouth.

"Don't be afraid, the doctor is not a Hu man. Wei Heming whispered. "There is a reason for the incident, I wronged the doctor, and I asked the doctor to save my brother below, and there will be heavy thanks below. ”

Seeing that the traveling doctor didn't plan to continue shouting, Wei Heming slowly let go of his hand.

The traveling doctor has not been in this town for a day or two, and the bandits, rogues, and even the most vicious people have seen a few, and they are all people who cannot see the light, so it is not surprising.

He took a closer look at Wei Heming's face and said, "Where is the patient?"

Wei Heming pointed to the inner room, which made the traveling doctor's eyelids twitch: his house is only this bed, and this person doesn't seem to have the intention of leaving after treatment, but he is afraid that he will have no bed to sleep in.

The doctor hung his eyelids and checked his pulse, and couldn't help but say, "Your brother is really a man, he has been able to survive until now." ”

After saying this, he didn't talk about some obscure words in medical books like other doctors, he only cleaned and bandaged the wound for Chu Fengge, and neatly prescribed prescriptions, all of which were some standing medicines, and he had some survival in the courtyard, so he picked and grabbed a pair and handed it to Wei Heming.

"I'm just practicing medicine barefoot, and I've tried my best to do my best in this prescription, whether I succeed or not, let's settle my destiny. He said this neatly, and obviously he didn't say it to anyone.

Wei Heming looked at the recipe, stuffed him with a piece of broken silver, and arched his hand: "Thank you." ”

Then he said in a low voice: "My brother has a terrible fever, the doctor will not go out for the next two days, my brother and I will only stay for a few days and leave, I will not be embarrassed by you." As he spoke, he stuffed another piece of broken silver.

Doctor You stiffened his face and smirked: "Does the little one have the right to refuse?"

Wei Heming's expression was tired, and there was a faint blue color under his eyelids, but his gaze was cold: "You can try, you are not a good person." ”

Coercion and temptation, both soft and hard, this traveling doctor could only respond in frustration and nest in this courtyard with them.

You Yi weighed the weight of two pieces of broken silver, and thought in his heart, he should have gotten a household registration earlier, and lived in a different place, he lived in this town for half a year, and such accidents have encountered four accidents, this is relatively gentle, when a powerful lord comes, I am afraid that my little life will be explained here.

Wei Heming decocted the medicine himself, fed it into Chu Fengge's mouth one by one, and then soaked the well water and put a cloth towel on his forehead, and changed it every once in a while.

His actions in taking care of people were quite clumsy, and after seeing it, the doctor pointed out to him a few times, looked at the appearance and clothing of the two of them again, shook his head, and finally didn't say anything.

In the second half of the night, the doctor couldn't stay up and fell asleep, so he told him the time to decoct the medicine, so he slept on the floor.

Only Wei Heming was left with a pestle on the side like a piece of wood, looking at the person on the bed distracted, silent and focused.