The person who came led the way in front of him, and hurriedly took Wanchun to a secluded house in the suburbs, but the others did not go in, but said to Wanchun: "The patient is inside, please come in." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Wanchun nodded, hurriedly carried the suitcase, and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was also a child in military uniform, with the same solemn face, and his cold eyes looked up and down Wan Chunzhou's body, and saw that she was wearing a white coat, a white mask, and a first-aid kit in her hand, so he said, "You are a doctor?" ”

Wan Chun bowed his head and said, "Exactly." ”

The man took a step back, motioned for Wan Chun to come in, leaned out and looked around, Fang carefully closed the door, led Wan Chun all the way to the side room of the hall, and reported inside: "The doctor is here." ”

There was a quick invitation from inside, Wan Chun lifted the door curtain and went in, and looked at the four walls of the house, which was very simple, only a bamboo and wood bed and a bookcase were placed against the wall, and the bed was covered with a half-old red silk flower mattress, and a person was lying on the mattress. The person standing next to the bed saw Wanchun coming in, and hurriedly pulled her in front of the mountain and said, "Doctor, come and see, what's wrong with him?" ”

Wanchun let him pull a stumbling one, and walked two steps to the bed, which was able to stabilize his body, but he was almost frightened.

It turned out that the person lying on the bed was none other than her husband, Rong Shaotang, the sixth young master of the Rong family. It's just that this time they met, Rong Shaotang was no longer the majestic young commander he used to be, but a patient with his eyes closed and no energy.

Wan Chun subconsciously touched his face, knowing that the mask was still there, Fang slightly relaxed, put the medical box in his hand aside, rolled up his sleeves, and tried it on Rong Shaotang's forehead, and suddenly felt amazingly hot. Looking at his complexion again, it was also very strange, Wan Chun couldn't care about it, so he reached out and unbuttoned a few buttons on Rong Shaotang's shirt, opened it and took a look, and saw that there were many wheals on his chest, large and small, and there were some signs of hives. Listening to his breathing again, it was uneven, she hurriedly let go of her hand, covered the placket of Rong Shaotang's chest, and thought about the person standing and waiting on the side and asked, "When did this illness?" ”

The man said: "This morning he felt a little itchy, but he didn't care, and he didn't want to go to the evening, but he became like this." As he spoke, he frowned more and more worriedly, and asked Wanchun, "Doctor, what the hell is going on with him, you can save him quickly, he ...... He can't get into trouble! ”

Of course, she knew that he couldn't have an accident, if he had an accident when the Japanese army invaded the Northeast, the Rong family would inevitably be in chaos, and if the Rong family was in chaos, the world would be almost in chaos. Wan Chun settled down, and became more and more sure that Rong Shaotang had acute urticaria, the weather had changed dramatically recently, and the diet of the march was not exquisite, and no one in the army had this disease, but it was not as serious as him.

is really a rich boy, and he is more delicate than others when he is sick.

Wan Chun scolded his abdomen, so he ordered someone to boil hot water, and took out the nepeta from the medicine box. Peppermint, burdock and other wind-dispelling and anti-surface medicines, with jade butterflies, Jing red peony, powder dan peel and other things that clear heat and cool the blood, accompanied by hair penetration, boiled into soup, and helped Rong Shaotang to drink.

The medicine is bitter, Rong Shaotang was dazed and was poured a mouthful of decoction, so bitter that his facial features were wrinkled, the person who was standing on the side and watching, saw Rong Shaotang's expression, and said busily: "Slow down, slow down, you treat him as a cow, and you press your head if you don't drink water!" ”

Wan Chun raised her eyebrows and glanced at him: "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?" ”

The man's face was stunned, and he spread his hands and said, "Okay, you're a doctor." ”

Wan Chun snorted angrily, seeing that the medicinal soup in the bowl had all been poured into Rong Shaotang's mouth, Fang sneered: "Since I am a doctor, then you have to listen to me." She looked around, then pointed to the house and said, "Go and make a stove, make the fire stronger, and bring it to this house." Go and get an extra futon, the bamboo bed is already cold, he has a fever like this, and he can't suffer the cold anymore. ”

Yes, yes, yes. When she had finished speaking, she hurried out and called for someone to buy things one by one as she had instructed.

Wan Chun saw that his demeanor was calm and commanding, not as simple as a squire. She had seen several henchmen around Rong Shaotang, but the one in front of her was extremely vivid. And it seems that he is very afraid that people will know about Rong Shaotang's illness, and when he orders people to do things, he also gives orders outside.

If it was just Wan Chun's guess at first, but later everything was put into the house according to Wan Chun's instructions, Rong Shaotang drank the medicine and the person was much calmer, and the heat on his body had faded a lot, Wan Chun was thinking about going back to his room, but he didn't want to be stopped by the person in the room and said: "Wait, doctor, the patient hasn't woken up yet, thank you, please stay here tonight, and when he wakes up, you go back to rest." ”

There was no room for negotiation in his words at all, and the person who led the way when Wan Chun thought about it had not explained that Rong Shaotang was sick, and he must not have known. The three armies did not move, the coach fell ill, and what he was most afraid of at this time was the turmoil in people's hearts, and this person wanted to keep her, but he was also worried that she would talk nonsense when she went out, and then arouse suspicion.

Therefore, Wanchun had no choice but to put down the medicine box and sit down again.

The man smiled slightly when he saw that she was so knowledgeable about current affairs, and then turned around and closed the door and went out. The house fell silent for a moment, the suburbs were already sparsely populated, and the location was remote, and the whole world was as quiet as if no one existed. Because it was so quiet, Rong Shaotang's slightly gasping breathing and his soft call to drink water seemed so abrupt.

Wan Chun woke up from a half-dream and half-sleep, and hurriedly went to get a kettle and poured him a glass of water, which inevitably spilled on the bed when he drank water, so he helped his back with one hand, and gently handed the teacup to Rong Shaotang's mouth with the other.

The prescription that Fang Cai Wanchun opened, although it was facing the symptoms of urticaria, but also left the adverse reactions of drowsiness and dry mouth, Rong Shaotang wanted water to drink, but it was also because he drank a bowl of soup medicine, in fact, he himself did not really wake up. With Wanchun's support, after drinking two glasses of water on her hands, she began to suffer from nightmare again.

Wan Chun saw that the head pillowed on his elbow was getting heavier and heavier, so he hurriedly put the teacup in his hand, got up and bent down and slowly put Rong Shaotang's head on the pillow.

Her movements were gentle and soothing, and her expression was also gentle and soothing, as if she was no longer facing the sixth young master of the Rong family, who made her hate and fear, but just the most ordinary one among her many patients.

Rong Shaotang reluctantly opened his eyes in a daze, leaning against the faint candlelight at the head of the bed, only to see a woman in white clothes, white veil covering her face, and red tassels covering her forehead, wiping beads of sweat for herself, in a trance, she looked like a scholar who traveled at night, and met the fairy in the moon.

He subconsciously hooked his fingers, grabbed Wanchun's sleeve, opened his mouth and said, "Who are you, Boxi?" ”

Maybe it was because he was too sick before, and his voice did not fully recover, even if he opened his mouth to speak, for Wanchun, it was just two rapid breaths.

She was still like in Guangji Hospital, unconsciously stretched out her hand and gently patted Rong Shaotang's quilt a few times, and coaxed him: "Sleep, just wake up after sleeping." ”

Her voice was also very gentle, Rong Shaotang was intoxicated by her comfort, although he didn't ask her name, but his face had settled down, and his open eyes were gently closed again, but his fingers tightened the corners of Wanchun's white coat more and more. (To be continued.) )