The rainy night was long, Yang Hua's high fever continued to not subside, and Zhuang Rui didn't sleep all night, just hoping that the heat would subside as soon as possible.

On the second day, it was still raining lightly, and the mountains were covered with a layer of mist, and there were very few people on the path, but Zhuang Rui was holding an umbrella and walking slowly and cautiously on the mountain road.

There is no pharmacy in the village, so I have to go to the town to buy medicine, and when I went out this morning, Yang Hua's forehead was still very hot, and he was worried, but he could only walk slowly, the mountain road was too slippery.

Yang Hua woke up once, there was no one on the pillow, his heart was slightly cold, and he fell asleep again.

In the yard, another gust of wind blew down, and the branches of the trees with a little yellow leaf were blown off......

"He is gentle himself" 070 has a fever, begging for a kiss is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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