I didn't feel well the day after coming down from Mount Emei, maybe I had altitude sickness, or I just caught a cold.

In the afternoon, I hastily finished watching the panda paradise, and I couldn't afford to go to Dujiangyan anymore, so I stayed on the tour bus to sleep alone.

However, the situation did not improve, and the symptoms of fever became more and more obvious. So in the evening said that I had a fever and took a second leave. When I asked for leave, my mind was blurred and my mind was chaotic, so the content of the leave was also reversed. It's still my birthday, and my original attempt to update a chapter and receive some tips has been completely ruined.

Because he took some antipyretic medicine in the evening, he went to Luding Bridge the next day. The water surface of the Dadu River is surging, very turbulent, I heard that the flow speed is more than five meters per second, and many people in the Red Army fell down and sacrificed many people.

Now the Luding Bridge is paved with wooden planks, and although it is shaky, it can barely walk back and forth. However, the trip to Luding Bridge drained me of the last bit of energy, and when I returned to the car, I fell asleep again. The head is full of paste, and there are all kinds of meat and vegetables.

We had a different tour guide who wanted to take us to places like Hailuogou. She talked endlessly in the car, but I really couldn't listen to it, and I fell asleep in the car intermittently for a few hours, but I vaguely remembered that there was a beauty valley in Tibet, and the girls in it were famous for their beauty, and some time ago they also selected "Golden Flower" and "Silver Flower" and the like.

However, she said with regret that it was a pity that the most beautiful ones went to Shenzhen and Shanghai, and they would not stay in the local area.

That's all I remember about a few hours of driving.

Conch Bay sounds like a ravine, but it's actually three thousand meters above sea level and belongs to the Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Region.

After I had a fever, altitude sickness became more pronounced, so I drank a few mouthfuls of vegetable soup at noon, and then asked my family to go with me, and I lay alone in the hotel - the name said it was a hotel, but it was actually not as good as a hotel. The development of remote mountainous areas is relatively backward, and it is not as good as the towns and villages here in Jiangsu.

However, there is a small Chinese medicine hall near the hotel, I remember it seems to be called the Chinese medicine hall on the street, and there is an old doctor in it, who looks to be at least seventy years old. He gave me a pulse and prescribed a whole bunch of pills for me to take.

I never had to take so many pills at once, but when I got better, I counted 27 pills. At that time, I felt like a handful of medicine, and he told me to take it all, but I didn't dare to take it.

Although the old doctor's pulse made me feel superior, I still didn't dare to trust the doctor in a small place to prescribe a medicine. The number of pills made me feel very dangerous, and I even wondered if the doctor was old and confused.

However, the old doctor kept asking me to eat, and I was in a hurry, so I could only eat it. Then he made me drink three glasses of water, checked my pulse, prescribed medicine for three days, and wrapped one pack at each meal.

When I got back to the hotel, I went back to sleep, feeling more depressed, and in a daze, I kept thinking about the definition of life and death, pessimistically feeling that there was no difference between the two.

I woke up halfway, ate some fruit, continued to sleep, and at eight o'clock in the evening, the family returned.

It was dark, and through the carved wooden windows, I could vaguely see that the town we lived in was lit up with a dark golden light, and there was a classical beauty that had traveled through time. Then I remembered that the tour guide seemed to have said that the town would become beautiful when the lights shine at night.

Unfortunately, I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to move to the window to look out, so I took the medicine and went back to sleep. I didn't get to see the night view of the town, which was probably the most regrettable thing about my trip.

The sudden fever ruined my trip and birthday, but I don't know if it counts as compensation, on the night of my fever, I sparkled a warm trumpet with a phantom sea sent by the system, and the white prostitute smoked a sparkling Luoang. Early the next morning, my tuba won the lottery against Shining Lilith with three tickets I had exchanged from the Alliance.

It doesn't seem to be a big loss.

This was almost the end of my trip, and I didn't play anything until the end of the trip.

By the way, although the old doctor prescribed a lot of medicines, the effect was still very good, and my body was much better the next day. After taking medicine for another day, my throat was still a little sore, and my spirit was basically restored.