When Ye Shuang woke up, the sunlight shining directly through the window made him barely open his eyes.

turned his head to avoid the sun, and saw Ling'er lying next to him with his head on his hand, looking at him with big eyes.

Seeing that he woke up, without waiting for Ye Shuang to ask, he took the initiative to speak: "You fainted with a high fever last night, and Master and his old man just fell asleep, and he got up again to diagnose you, and he was very unhappy. ”

Ye Shuang smiled apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry, that's ......"

Ling'er intercepted again: "Your brother hasn't woken up yet, but the master said that he won't be able to die for a while." ”

Ye Shuang sneered: "It's good if you can't die." Where is he? I'm going to see him. ”

Ling'er pouted towards Rinnunu, "Oh, it's in you." ”

Ye Shuang turned his head, and sure enough, he saw that Yan Kang was sleeping in his place. Although there is no sign of waking up, his face has improved a lot, and his breathing is smooth, so he can't help but feel a lot more relieved.

Ling'er on the side suddenly said, "I heard the sound of your stomach growling." ”

Ye Shuang looked back and smiled: "Ling'er, the ancients, if you see through it or not, you are still good friends." ”

Ling'er pouted and said, "Liar." I cooked porridge, come and eat it. When he had finished speaking, he got up and went out.

Ye Shuang wore the coarse cloth clothes that Ling'er gave her yesterday as usual, and covered the quilt for Yan Kang before turning around and going out.

The porridge is a side dish, but it is very delicious, and Ye Shuang eats three bowls in a row before she is full.

Ling'er shook her head on the side, "Look at your situation, it looks like you haven't eaten for half a year." ”

Ye Shuang put down the dishes and chopsticks and said, "It's Ling'er who makes it delicious, you are so capable." ”

Ling'er was very useful, and she pretended to be an old man with a smile on her little face.

Ye Shuang said: "What about your master?" ”

Ling'er said: "I went to the doctor." ”

Ye Shuang said: "Are there only two of you in this medical hall?" ”

Ling'er nodded and said, "After Shi Niang passed away three years ago, only me and Master were left to rely on each other. ”

Ye Shuang smiled and touched his head, but did not speak.

After the meal, Ye Shuang insisted on helping Ling'er wash the dishes.

But he has been pampered since he was a child, where did he do these rough jobs, and after breaking a bowl and a plate one after another, he was driven out by Ling'er.

Ye Shuang was idle and bored, so she went back to the room and stayed with Wan Yankang.

Although Wan Yankang is now half-dead, facing his face, Ye Shuang will not feel annoyed even if he guards him for a day.

Ye Shuang took off her shoes and lay beside Wan Yankang like a dog, looking at him for a while, and couldn't help but move.

Poked him in the cheek, "The skin is so good." ”

Teasing his eyelashes, "It's so long." ”

Scratch his eyebrows, "dark and thick." ”

Rubbing his lips, "It's so soft." ”

Touching his chin, "Stylish." ”

Looking down further, his chest was covered by the collar, but when I helped him change his clothes last night, I vaguely saw that the muscles on his chest and abdomen seemed to be bumpy and strong.

Ye Shuang withdrew his hand and sighed, "How can you look so good?" It's just that my temper is a little worse and my heart is a little poisonous, otherwise I would definitely be friends with him. ”

Suddenly remembering something, Ye Shuang ran to find Ling'er and saw that he was washing clothes in the yard.

Ye Shuang squatted down next to the wooden basin and asked, "Ling'er, did Mr. say when the one in the house will wake up?" ”

Ling'er didn't raise her head and said: "The short is three days, and the long is half a month." ”

"Oh." Ye Shuang squirmed for a long time, and then said: "Medical expenses ......"

"Look, you don't look like a rich man. The beggar outfit you changed into yesterday was burned as firewood when I was cooking this morning. Your brother's clothes......" Ling'er took out the clothes from the wooden basin and looked at them, and said, "It's not bad, I washed it and took it to the pawnshop, maybe I can exchange it for a few dollars, and I can use it as a medical bill." ”

Ye Shuang nodded and smiled: "So good, so good." ”

Ye Shuang paused, and said: "Actually, he is not my brother, but he was in an emergency yesterday and said nonsense." ”

Ling'er didn't care much and said, "Then what is your relationship?" ”

Ye Shuang said: "It's just an ordinary friend." "Actually, it's not even a friend.

Ling'er let out a faint "oh" and stopped asking.

Three days passed quickly, and Wan Yankang did not wake up, but his complexion was very good, and he was no different from ordinary people.

Ye Shuang is not in a hurry, she helps Mr. in her spare time, and it is not for nothing.

Huang Yaoshi is familiar with astronomy, geography, five elements gossip, Qimen Dunjia, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of which are proficient, and he also has studied medicine. Although Ye Shuang is not good at anything, he has been cultivated by Huang Yaoshi's side for more than ten years, and he knows a little bit of everything, so he did not help in this rural medical hall, and he can still get a compliment from Mr. from time to time, which makes Ye Shuang very happy.

It was rainy in the south, and it had just been sunny for a few days, and the mud on the road had not yet solidified, and then it was cloudy again, thinking that a thunderstorm was ready to start.

After an early dinner, everyone went to bed and rested.

There was no extra room in the medical hall, and Ye Shuang still slept with Wan Yankang.

Ye Shuang stripped off and went to bed, nagging something to Wan Yankang who had no reaction, and fell asleep after nagging.

slept until midnight, and a blast thunder woke Ye Shuang up.

He opened his eyes in the darkness.

From time to time, thunder sounded as if it was overhead, threatening to smash houses at any moment.

Ye Shuang covered herself in the quilt, and kept shouting her father in her mouth, but she was still trembling with fear.

Suddenly remembering that there was still a living person lying beside him, Ye Shuang got under the quilt, buried his head in Wan Yankang's arms, and pulled his hand around his waist, just like Huang Yaoshi held himself on every thunderstorm night in the past.

With Wan Yankang's steady heartbeat ringing in his ears, Ye Shuang was really a lot more stable.

But he didn't notice that the arm around his waist was tightening little by little, carefully hugging him into his arms.