The matter has been clear, Wan Cheng had been lying in bed for ten days because of a high fever, and his whole body was burned and confused. Yesterday I was still in a coma, but it can be said that I have reached the end of my life.

But as soon as Wu Jie made a move, he woke him up.

After another night of rescue, by now, Wancheng has rushed out of the courtyard alive and looking for food everywhere.

Can a dying man still know that he is hungry?

Knowing that he is hungry means that his body has begun to recover.

Wanjia is already thin, and in the generation of Wan Wenming, there is only such a single seedling left.

If the sky breaks, ten thousand families will never die.

The misery of the desperate household in ancient times is beyond the imagination of future generations, and the phrase "cut off children and grandchildren" is the most vicious when it comes to scolding people. When I thought that if Wancheng died, and I wouldn't even have a descendant who burned incense and paper a hundred years later, Wan Wenming was terrified. In a sense, Wu Jie's kindness to him was greater than his life-saving grace.

Wan Wenming could only laugh loudly at this time, and then, hot tears rolled down.

The maid was still holding Mrs. Wan and didn't let go, and Mrs. Wan was so anxious that she couldn't stop shouting: "Presumptuous, let go of me, I want to see my obedient son." ”

Wan Wenming was also anxious to see the child who had been isolated for more than ten days, and bowed slightly to the maid, signaling her to let go of Madame.

The couple hurried to the backyard, only to see a lot of chaos.

Their son, who had been lying out of bed for many days, was standing at the gate of the courtyard crying loudly: "Father, mother, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry!" He reached out again to grab Niu Lichun.

Niu Lichun saw the scab on the little young master's face, his whole body was numb, he couldn't help retreating, and shouted loudly: "Don't, don't, don't come here!" ”

The other subordinates also hid one after another, avoiding it.

Niu Lichun took several steps back in a row, and hit Wan Wenming headfirst: "Ah, big ...... My lord! ”

Wan Wenming was furious, slapped it over, and made Niu Lichun turn around twice in place, and shouted: "Get out!" ”

He was extremely angry in his heart, this Niu Lichun was deliberately flattering and flattering him. really encountered something, but only knew that he was afraid, it seems that this guy is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he is not a trustworthy person. You look at Wu Shu, a dignified scholar, the No. 1 talent in Sichuan, with a great future. But for the sake of my children, I can't even care about life and death. This quality is really incomparable to the bodhisattva's heart.

"Father, mother, the child is hungry, he needs to eat!" Wan Cheng opened his arms and couldn't stop crying.

Seeing that her son was so pitiful, Mrs. Wan couldn't stand it anymore, and opened her arms: "Son, my hard-working son, I'm sorry for my mother, you have suffered." Well, my mother will make something for you. What do you want to eat? ”

"Mother, I want to eat Shinowheat cookcakes."

"Mother, I'll do it with you."

At this time, a figure flashed by, stretched out his hand and gave Wancheng a slap.

It was Wu Jie who made the shot, his eyes were already red, and he scolded: "Ignorant boy, your life is saved, do you still want to harm your mother." I don't have that much blood for your family. ”

After staying up all night before, Wu Jie was half tired to death. Seeing that the child's life was saved, he lay on the table and slept for a while, but he didn't want to, but after Wancheng was able to get off the ground, he secretly ran out.

Just now he also heard the noise outside, and he was awakened. Immediately startled, he didn't expect that the virus of the Ming Dynasty would be so fragile, and such a small dose of antibiotics would be so effective.

The heat on the child's body has receded, and his life has been saved.

But just when his health was about to get better, the smallpox virus was the most contagious, and he had to be quarantined for a few days before he could go to the ground.

Xiaohaozi was still crying before, and after eating Wu Jie's slap, he immediately quieted down.

Wu Jie hugged the child and walked towards the yard, shouting: "What kind of steamed buns to eat, if you don't want to live, just do it." There is white porridge to boil some over. "Wan Cheng hasn't eaten for so many days, and if he eats solid food suddenly, it will immediately induce enteritis, and then it will be troublesome.

"Yes, yes, yes." Wan Wenming's wife is also a lady with an order, and she didn't get angry when she ate Wu Jie's scolding, she just nodded her head and didn't dare to say more.

Wan Wenming was still not at ease, and shouted repeatedly: "Shizhen go slowly, my son ...... Is my son well? Why is the "mouth" not good, who can eat, who can toss people on the ground, do you say yes? Wu Jie smiled: "Lord Wan, wait for Wu Jie to bother you." ”

Wan Wenming's heart hanging in the air finally fell to the ground, and he slammed it to the ground: "If Shizhen has an order, Wan Wenming dares to disobey his orders." ”

Who is the future Jinyi Weidu commanding the servant, the confidant of the Son of Heaven, the third-grade master, holding the big handle of the prison, and he is so respectful to a small scholar.

Everyone was shocked when they saw it, including Guo Gui and Niu Lichun, and the department was deeply shocked.

Wu Jie carried Wancheng back to the house, let him sleep, and asked the room to send a bowl of porridge over and feed him.

After all, Wancheng was a child, and his body was weak, so after eating a few bites, he fell asleep deeply.

Wu Jie took a shower and changed into clean clothes. The dirty clothes on the patient's body and his own clothes were all lumped, stuffed into the stove and burned, and then he went to see Wan Wenming.

Wan Wenming had been waiting in the study for a long time, and when he saw Wu Jie coming in, he politely invited him to sit down. Without saying anything, he took out a stack of paper full of words, put it on the candle and lit it: "Shizhen, this is the whistle-blowing letter written by Wu Lun and your file, and this matter will end here." Don't worry, that Wu Lun, hehe, I have a thousand ways to treat him. Wan Wenming's face was full of murderous energy.

"Lord Wan, you misunderstood." Wu Jie smiled, but said something else.

Wu Jie: "Lord Wan, your son is now deficient in qi and blood, and he still needs to find a Lang Zhong to come over and open a prescription to replenish his vitality." ”

Hearing this, Wan Wenming was greatly ashamed, and arched his hand again: "Shizhen, you are high-spirited, but Wan Wenming thought of going aside, ashamed, ashamed." ”

He was also strange: "Shizhen, you can even cure smallpox with such a method, don't you still know how to prescribe a prescription." Besides, when Lang Zhong in this city heard that the dog had smallpox, who would dare to come to see a doctor? ”

Wu Jie said: "I said it, I'm not a doctor, and I don't know how to see a doctor." As for watching smallpox, it is just a method that I have seen in ancient books before, so let's give it a try. ”

Wan Wenming nodded and said, "You don't need to go to Lang Zhong." He picked up the pen and wrote a prescription on the paper, and respectfully handed it to Wu Jie: "Offering ugliness, offering ugliness, Shizhen, look at what else is wrong." ”

Wu Jie took it and looked at it, and praised it first, this Wan Wenming wrote a good hand. The recipe is also very simple, nothing more than astragalus, crane grass, jujube, cinnamon branches and the like.

He couldn't understand it, so he returned it to Wan Wenming.

The two sat down and said a few more words, and Wu Jie asked about Yang Zongzhi's case. After all, Miss Tang is his fiancée, and the affairs of the Tang family are also his affairs of Wu Jie.

Wan Wenming suddenly sighed: "This matter has already alarmed the Son of Heaven, and it is very troublesome. This time, the Tang family and Yang Zongzhi are finished.

I know your relationship with the Tang family, it's just... Wu Jie's heart sank, and he had a premonition.

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