When the season changes, children always love to be sick, especially at the turn of spring and summer, the little fish catch butterflies in the field with a net bag, and they take off their clothes indiscriminately when they sweat, and they are subjected to the cool breeze, and their noses are not breathable and hang two strings of snot every day, which is pitiful.

Thinking of the terrible mortality rate of this era, Ma Du hurriedly gave her sick leave, and went to the city to hire a good doctor, prescribed prescriptions, and boiled medicine every day.

Half of the cold, antibiotics dare not be given to her casually, Madu is just a little, if her physique is dependent on it, it will be troublesome.

It's rare to have an endless fight with Xiao Yu'er all day long, and the water chestnut also asked for leave while crying, saying that she wanted to take care of Xiao Yu'er, and it was really a deep sisterhood.

But why when Xiao Yu'er drank the decoction with a bitter face, she was gloating on the side, this is not Xiao Yu'er has just recovered, and the two of them are fighting and frolicking in the quilt again.

It's really a happy family, the two of them are sisters, and the big fish and the little turtle are the sisters and brothers, from the perspective of personality, it's really the same thing.

There was not only one person who was sick, but Zhu Biao was also sick, and Lao Zhu's guards chiseled the courtyard door of Ma's house in the middle of the night.

When Ma Du heard this, he hurriedly followed into the city, praying in his heart that Zhu Biao would not have an accident, if his little wings fanned Zhu Biao to death in advance, the sin would be great, and Ma Dajia would not die of sadness.

Zhu Biao is a very good person, Ma Du not only doesn't want him to die, but even hopes that he can take over Lao Zhu's class in a healthy and long life. He may not have the majesty and strategy of Zhu Di, but he does not have Zhu Di's bloody tyranny, and he can become an excellent king.

Zhu Biao's personality is more like Ma Dajiao, and Zhu Di is simply a copy of Lao Zhu, the only difference is that the heroes of Jingjing are still good, but Ma Du doesn't want to meet Xiao Zhu, a little tyrant, after he has survived the tyrant of Lao Zhu...... Well, thinking a little far.

At night, only Lao Zhu could open the city gate, and the carriage rushed all the way through the street and aisle into the palace, and walked quickly to the courtyard of Ma Dajiao.

Lao Zhu was pacing anxiously in the hall, and when he saw Ma Du coming in, Lao Zhu hurriedly said, "Brother, you're here!" Without saying anything, he pulled Ma Du into the room. 、

Ma Dajia was standing by the bed, his eyes were red with tears, and when he saw Ma Du, he pounced on him like seeing a savior, "Brother, you can take a look at Biao'er!" In the evening, the boy said that his head was heavy, and he was much better by drinking some medicine, but who knew that he would have a fever at night, and drinking medicine would not work. ”

Zhu Biao was lying on the bed with a small face, his eyes were half-squinted, and when he saw Ma Du, he shouted in a low voice, "Uncle! "I haven't slept yet, I guess it's a bad burn, and I can't sleep.

Madu touched his forehead, "Open your mouth wide, ah—not your tongue, your throat!" Ma Du probed his snort, only to feel dry and hot, and took a chopstick to press the base of his tongue and looked, "Is your throat sore?" ”

"It hurts terribly." Zhu Biao whispered. Ma Du took the spittoon on the side of the bed and looked at it carefully, and it was basically certain that it was an upper respiratory tract infection, not a big problem, but it was more ferocious.

"What did the doctor say?" To be cautious, Madu felt that it was necessary to ask again.

"Whatever those quacks do, Brother hurry up and prescribe medicine." Lao Zhu is very anxious, Zhu Biao is his eldest son and his lucky star, not long after Zhu Biao was born, Lao Zhu successfully captured Yingtian, an important town in the south of the Yangtze River (called Jiqing at that time), and his strength also snowballed rapidly.

He attaches great importance to Zhu Biao, and immediately named Zhu Biao as the son of the world after calling King Wu, and now Zhu Biao is sick of course he is anxious, such a disease is nothing in the later generations, but it will die in this era, especially Zhu Biao still has a fever, if he burns out his brain, how to take over his shift.

Lao Zhu is wise, he called the doctor to ask, and what he said about "internal fire" and "external evil" and the like, anyway, Ma Du couldn't understand it.

"Sister, have you eaten?"

"Eaten! I ate half a bowl of porridge more than half an hour ago. ”

"That's good!" Ma Du took an aspirin and gave it to Zhu Biao, and he turned to Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Dajia and said, "Brother-in-law, Sister Don't worry, Xiaobiao is fine, Sister feed him a little more boiling water." ”

Ma Du found a chair to sit on the side and waited, and the three people in the room had no intention of talking, only the crisp sound of the spoon touching the porcelain bowl, and the footsteps of Lao Zhu, which made Ma Du dizzy

Ma Dajia touched Zhu Biao's forehead from time to time, and after half an hour, Ma Dajia said happily: "Brother, it's not so hot!" ”

Lao Zhu immediately picked up Ma Du, Ma Du reached out and touched it, and sure enough, it was not so hot. Ma Du woke up Zhu Biao, who had just fallen asleep, and fed him an antibiotic before letting him sleep again.

"Brother-in-law, sister-in-law, go back and rest, I'll watch here, Biao'er is fine!"

Lao Zhu waved his hand, his expression was much more relaxed, "Don't sleep, it's almost dawn." He asked the maid to make three bowls of strong tea, "It's still a good skill for my brother, and the fever will go away in half an hour." ”

"Brother-in-law knows that my younger brother is good at knife and gunshot wounds, not good at internal medicine, it is not my work, but the power of medicine and stone, and when the medicine runs out, I am afraid that my younger brother's ability will be reduced by half."

"Brother won't deserve some more."

"These are all for grandpa, and the younger brother won't."

Lao Zhu, who praised Ma Du just now, immediately turned his face, hated iron and said with no steel: "I am in Baoshan but I return empty-handed, what do I say about you!" ”

Madu is very wronged, even if he knows how to match it, you don't have anything here to tell me how to match.

Ma Dajia said: "You two can't be quiet, Biao'er has just fallen asleep." Seeing that Ma Dajia was furious, the two hurriedly laughed and gave up.

After another hour or so, Zhu Biao's fever had all subsided, his forehead was cold, and the antibiotics should have played a role.

Ma Du finally put his heart down, curled up in the chair and fell asleep, dimly feeling that something was drilling into his nose again, and vaguely heard the sound of giggling, and reached out to grab a soft little hand.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was not a beauty, Zhu Xiaosi was holding a blade of grass and stuffing it into Ma Du's nose, and when he saw that he had been caught, he immediately threw away the blade of grass, "Uncle has a blade of grass on his face, I'll take it off for my uncle."

Bullshit! Where did the grass and leaves come from in the house, when he talked nonsense at a young age, he didn't blush at all, and he really had the quality of being an emperor.

Madu let go of him and asked, "Why didn't you go to class today?" ”

"The third brother laughed at me for not writing well, and I was shot on the nose with an inkstone, so Mr. asked me to go again tomorrow." Zhu Xiaosi waved his little fist, "There is a new koi fish in the fish pond, let's go play together." ”

It turned out that Song Lian was suspended from class, and I still want to play at this time, and you will feel good when Ma Dajia is busy in the evening.

Zhu Biao opened the curtain and walked in, his spirit was much better than last night, "Fourth, did you wake up your uncle?" Hurry up and write a letter of repentance, and you can take two fewer hits at night. ”

"Big brother, I don't know much and can't write, what should I do." Zhu Xiaosi immediately pretended to be pitiful.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to write later!" Zhu Biao said to Ma Du again: "Uncle was really hard last night. ”

"I'm not hard, it's your mother who is hard! Come here, I'll give you a good check-up. ”