After living in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time and returning to his homeland, how could his already weak body withstand the wanton destruction of the cold wind, coupled with the complex that was still entangled in the deepest part of his heart although he was released on the surface, Song Han became ill on the way home.

The sickness of the backbone of the Lord made everyone on the ship panic. At first, Song Han was still holding on, and drank two bowls of hot ginger soup, thinking that he would be fine after a good night's sleep. But who would have thought that in the afternoon, Song Han, who couldn't sleep well, would start to have a high fever.

Seeing that the party was panicked, even Song Nianzhi and Lu Yixuan lost their previous laughter, so frightened that Song Rumu hurriedly asked the boatman to dock the boat on the shore, and sent Song Xiaosi and Song Xiaochuan together to take the prescription left by Ji Wuchen to the nearest town to grab medicine and ask for a doctor.

But in the barren mountains and adjacent to the tomb, the nearest town is dozens of miles away from the place where the boat is parked, and at ten o'clock in the evening, the sky began to fall with goose feathers and heavy snow, and Song Xiaosi and the two came back to say that the doctor had killed him and refused to go to the doctor.

Song Rumu, who took care of his father Song Han and refused to leave even a single step, heard the news brought back by the two, and felt a little cryless without tears. I secretly thought what kind of hell this world, why is it a hundred times more difficult to ask a doctor every time than to ask a god?

asked Song Xiaochuanzhi how many ways to get to Jinan Mansion, and after obtaining the approval of the two, Song Rumu immediately asked the boatman to set off on the boat in the starry night, hoping to rush to Jinan Mansion in the fastest time to find a doctor for Song Han.

Night after night, Song Han's heat remained high, so that Cha Yu boiled the medicine he caught, and it was not good for Song Han to drink it.

Song Hanxu, who was in a coma, had a high fever, and on the evening of the second day, there was a phenomenon of babbling, and in the vague words, almost all of them were Song Han and Song sisters and brothers.

Song Rumu's heart was unbearable when she heard it, and after sending Song Nianzhi and Lu Yixuan away from the two who were suffering, Song Rumu asked people to fetch ice water, and used the fever reduction method she learned from her mother in her previous life to put a wet wipe on Song Han's forehead and wrist, and when the wipes were hot with her body temperature, she would change them once.

Replace and replace. I don't know how many times I changed it. God forbid, when it was almost dawn for another day, Song Han's heat finally subsided. When Song Rumu wanted to tell everyone the good news, he found Song Xiaosi, Song Xiaochuan and Chayu. They all fell asleep on the table. wanted to ask Song Xiaosi to get up and add some charcoal to the small stove, but instead thinking about the two of them going back and forth to grab medicine, Song Rumu simply adjusted the charcoal fire lightly, and then returned to Song Han's side. Afraid that Song Han would have a fever again, Song Rumu held Song Han's hand. I didn't dare to spread it for a moment.

After a few nightmares, Song Han woke up leisurely. I saw my daughter lying on the side of her bed, although she slept peacefully and sweetly, but a pair of small hands like jade always held his big hands tightly, and with his strength after three points of illness, he couldn't pull it apart.

Song Han, who understood what was happening, lost his usual moisturizing lips due to the continuous heat, and his throat was even more burning as if it would burn at any time. Pursing his lips, which were both dry and slightly painful, Song Han felt the salty liquid that he had not seen for a long time slowly slide from the corner of his eyes into his mouth. Then it went down his throat and into his abdomen, relieving the burning sensation in his throat and burning his internal organs.

And Song Rumu seems to have had a long, long dream, in which she has been sitting on the boat, sitting, sitting, shaking, shaking, but she never gets to the end. When she was about to lose her support and wanted to vomit, the boat finally stopped after shaking violently for a long time, and in a daze, she heard her younger brother Song Nianzhi shouting in his ear: "Sister, Nianzhi wants my sister to get better quickly!" ”。 Whispering comfortably, Song Rumu laughed at Song Nianzhi's smart life, and he was confused, obviously Song Han was sick, how could he talk about her?

With a somewhat reproachful and somewhat reassuring tone. Song Rumu Jiao said: "Don't worry if you think about it, Daddy's heat has subsided, and it will get better in a while", as the words fell, a large area of cold and damp attack came, and Song Rumu's face was itchy and unbearable. It wasn't until someone gently stroked away the cold and dampness for her that Song Rumu fell asleep with peace of mind.

I don't know how long it took, Song Rumu, who woke up from hunger, only felt dizzy and hungry, touched the back of the cushion under him and found that he was sleeping on the bed, and found that the sky outside was still dark. She was used to not being able to turn on the lights casually, and asked in the dark: "Chayu, what time is it?" What's wrong with my daddy? ”

"Mu'er...... Are you awake? Great, Daddy is here, Daddy is here. Daddy is already very good, and the little Mu'er who is a father is ......", his father Song Han's sad and joyful and slightly trembling voice sounded in the dim.

Song Rumu was stunned for a moment, and only remembered the previous events later. Song Han was sick, she took care of him all night, and then she couldn't stay up and fell asleep on the side of Song Han's bed, and then ...... She doesn't remember.

"Great, as long as you're okay, Daddy, Mu'er won't be afraid of anything." Listening to Song Han's voice, there was no thick nasal voice, Song Rumu was sure that Song Han should be completely fine, and at the same time, he grinned, and the corners of his mouth hurt.

"Huh...... You're ~ hungry! For the father, I'm going to fetch you porridge," Song Han's low laughter and the grinding of flints were heard in the darkness.

The vision had just adapted to the darkness of Song Rumu, and when he vaguely saw Song Han's outline, Song Han lit the oil lamp with a flint with a "click".

The sudden brightness made Song Rumu unable to adapt for a while. After squinting for a long time, it was not until she got used to this light that Song Rumu realized that Song Han was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at her lying on the bed with a smile. Song Han's face was still a little pale but he was no longer sick, and the happy Song Rumu wanted to get up and look at Song Han closely, but she was surprised to find that she couldn't get up.

"Woo~~" Lying back on the bed in vain, Song Rumu looked at Song Han suspiciously.

Discovering his daughter's doubts, Song Han both blamed and distressed: "You little fool, in order to take care of your father, you actually took care of yourself when you were sick, you are not allowed to do it again in the future, just tell your subordinates to do it, you don't have to do everything yourself." ”

"Huh? I? Am I sick? Song Rumu, who felt that something was wrong since she woke up, finally knew what the problem was.

Song Han, who nodded in response, gently picked up his daughter who wanted to get up several times but didn't succeed, and when he heard the gurgling sound coming from his daughter's belly, Song Han couldn't hold back his laughter, pulled Song Rumu's small and soft little nose, put his daughter and said: "I haven't had anything in my stomach for two days and two nights, I must be hungry, right?" As a father, he personally went to get food for Xiao Mu'er. ”

"Well......" After Song Han retrieved the food, Song Rumu touched his empty stomach, and quickly ate the porridge before chatting with Song Han.

learned from Song Han that they had arrived in Jinan Mansion as early as yesterday, and she had the same high fever as Song Han after Song Han woke up. An adult may be able to resist a high fever for a few more days, but a child with a high fever is dangerous for a day. Thinking of this, Song Han, who had just recovered from a serious illness, didn't have time to say a few words to his second brother who greeted them at the dock of Jinan Mansion, so he took his daughter and quickly entered the city to find a doctor. After some treatment by the doctor, although Song Rumu had lost her fever in the afternoon, she never woke up.

"Has Daddy been guarding Mu'er?" After listening to Song Han's speech, Song Rumu pursed her lips and looked at her father Song Han and asked.

"Let others guard you, how can the father rest assured! Okay~ Eat enough and sleep well, and take you to meet your second uncle as soon as the morning dawns. Seeing his daughter's red eyes, Song Han, who was happy in his heart, turned his head and smiled with tears.

"Daddy ......", hugged Song Han from behind, Song Rumu, who once vowed not to cry again, was moved by Song Han taking care of her with a sick body today, and her face was wet with tears for the first time in many years.

"Silly girl, if you feel uncomfortable, hurry up and tell your father, and your father will find a doctor for you." Song Han, who also said where Song Rumu was uncomfortable after the fever was reduced, asked eagerly.

"My daughter is fine, my daughter is fine, my daughter is distressed that my father has to take care of my daughter when she recovers from a serious illness, and my father must not abuse himself so badly in the future." Her Song Rumu's life is gone, she can go back to heaven to settle accounts with that declining god, but if Song Han's life is gone, how can her younger brother Nianzhi and her live in this world?

"Haha~ There is a woman like Mu, the third brother should be really a blessing!" As Song Rumu, whose vision was blurred by raging tears, finished crying, a voice sounded outside the door that was somewhat similar to Song Han's voice, but completely different.

"Huh...... Second brother, why did you come to the hospital when you didn't rest on the boat on this snowy night and cold day? Hearing this, Song Han got up and went to open the door and smiled at the people who came in.

"It's not my good nephew, I can't rest assured that my sister is crying, I have to come to see his sister, and the little marquis is about to use the knife, I have to come if I don't come." The person who came was wearing a brown fox fur coat and a fox fur hat of the same color, although his figure was not as slender as Song Han, but he was much stronger than Song Han. And behind him were suddenly Song Nianzhi and Lu Yixuan, who were wrapped into zongzi.

The conversation between the two came and went, so that Song Rumu, who remembered Mama Song's words, immediately understood that the person in front of her was her second uncle Song Hao. I had the heart to get up and salute my second uncle, but I couldn't get up several times, Song Rumu only half lay on the bed and said to my second uncle Song Hao: "My niece Rumu has seen my second uncle, please don't blame Rumu for being rude." ”

"Alas~ Lie down, my niece just got seriously ill, this etiquette can be avoided, anyway, it's not at home, no one will say anything about you, isn't it the third brother? Haha......" Song Hao, who took off his fox fur hat, laughed loudly.

"Rumu thanked the second uncle." Seeing her father Song Han nodding his head to signal that she didn't need to be nervous, Song Rumu said.

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Two more today! Two shifts tomorrow!